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BY  THOMAS  CLELAJsD,  D.  IX. 
THIRD  EDITION,  ENLARGED. 


LEXINGTON,  KY. 


?RINTED  A^D  PUBLISHED  BY  *I\  T.  SKII 1  KT. 

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1829, 


United  Stales  of  America,  )   ~ 
District  tf  Kentucky.      $       T* 


Be  It  remembered,  Thai*  on 
the  twenty-second  day  of  April, 
in  the  year  of  our  Lord  one  thous- 
and eight  hundred  and  twenty- 
five,  and  in  the  forty-ninth  year 
of  the  Independence  of  the  United  States, 
T.  T.  Skilltcan,  of  the  said  District,  hath 
deposited  in  this  office,  the  title  of  a  Book,  the 
right  v/hereof  he  claims  as  proprietor,  in  the 
words  and  figures  following  to  wit: 

"Evangelical  Hymns,  for prito te, family,  so- 
cial, and  public  worship;  selected  from  various 
authors;  by  Thomas  Clelaisd,  D.  D." 

In  conformity  to  the  Act  of  the  Congress  of 
the  Uniled  States,  entitled  "An  act  for  the 
encouragement  of  learning,  by  securing  the 
copies  of  Maps,  Charts  and  Books  to  the  au- 
thors and  proprietors  of  such  copies,  during 
the  times  therein  mentioned,"  and  also  the 
act  entitled,  "An  Act  supplementary  to  an. 
Act  for  the  encouragement  of  learning,  by  se- 
curing the  copies  of  Maps,  Charts  and  Books 
to  the  authors  and  proprietors  of  such  copies, 
during  the  times  therein  mentioned,  and  ex- 
tending the  benefit?  thereof  to  the  arts  of  de- 
signing, engraving  and  etching  historical  and 
other  prints." 

J.  II.  HANNA, 
Clerk  (f  the  District-  of  Kentucky. 


EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

1.  L.  M.         Steele. 
Being;  of  God. — Psalm  civ. 

1  FT1HERE  is  a  God,  all  nature  speaks, 

JL   Thro' earth,  and  air,  and  seas,  and  skies; 
See,  from  the  clouds  his  glory  breaks, 
When  the  first  beams  of  morning  rise. 

2  The  rising  sun,  serenely  bright, 

O'er  the  wide  world's  extended  frame, 
Inscribes,  in  characters  of  light, 
His  mighty  Maker's  glorious  name. 

3  The  flow'ry  tribes  all  blooming  rise 

Above  the  weak  attempts  of  art: 
The  smallest  worms,  the  meanest  flies, 
Speak  sweet  conviction  to  the  heart-. 

4  Ye  curious  minds,  who  roam  abroad, 

And  trace  creation's  wonders  o"er, 
Confess  the  footsteps  of  the  God — 
Eow  down  before  him,  and  adore. 

2.  C.  M.         Steele. 
Creation  and  Providence. 

1  IT   ORD,  when  our  raptur'd  tho't  surveys 
JLi  Creation's  beauties  o'er, 

All  nature  joins  to  teach  thy  praise, 
And  bid  our  souls  adore. 

2  Where'er  we  turn  our  gazing  eyes, 

Thy  radiant  footsteps  shine; 
Ten  thousand  pleasing  wonders  rise, 
And  speak  therr  source  divine, 

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3  EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

3  The  living  tribes  of  countless  forms, 

In  earth,  and  sea,  and  air: 
The  meanest  flies,  the  smallest  worms, 
Almighty  power  declare. 

4  Thy  wisdom,  power,  and  goodness,  Lord, 

In  all  thy  works  appear; 
And  O!  let  man  thy  praise  record, 
Man,  thy  distinguished  care! 

5  From  thee  the  breath  of  life  he  drew; 

That  breath  thy  power  maintains; 
Thy  tender  mercy,  ever  new, 
His  brittle  frame  sustains. 

6  Yet  nobler  favours  claim  his  praise, 

Of  reason's  light  possess Yl; 

By  Revelation's  brightest  rays, 

Still  more  divinely  blessM. 

7  Thy  providence,  his  constant  guard, 

When  threatening  woes  impend: 
Or  will  th'  impending  dangers  ward, 
Or  timely  succours  lend. 

3  On  us  that  Providence  has  shone, 
With  gentle,  smiling  rays; 
Oh  may  our  lips  and  lives  make  known 
Thy  goodness  and  thy  praise! 

3.     L.  M.         Addison. 

Sun,  Moon,  and  Stars,  display  the  Being  of 
God. — Psalm  xtx. 


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HE  spacious  firmament  on  high, 
With  ail  the  blue  fctherial  sky: 

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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

The  spangled  heav'ns,  a  shining  frame, 
Their  great  original  proclaim. 

2  Th'  unwearied  sun,  from  doy  to  day, 
Does  his  Creators  pow'r  display; 
And  publishes  to  every  land 

The  work  of  an  Almighty  hand. 

3  Soon  as  the  ev'ning  shades  prevail, 
The  moon  takes  up  the  wondYous  tale, 
And  night3y  to  the  list'ning  earth, 
Repeats  the  story  of  her. birth: 

4  While  all  the  stars  that  round  her  burBj 
And  all  the  planets,  in  their  turn, 
Confirm  the  tidings  as  they  roll, 

And  spread  the  truth  from  pole  to  pole. 

5  What  though,  in  solemn  silence,  all 
Move  round  the  dark  terrestrial  ball— 
What  though  no  real  voice  nor  sound 
Amid  their  radiant  orbs  be  found: 

6  In  reason's  ear  they  all  rejoice. 
And  utter  forth  a  glorious  voice, 
Forever  singing,  as  they  shine, 
"•The  hand  that  made  us  is  divine.'* 

4.     S.  M.         DeFleury. 
Majesty  and  Greatness  of  God, 

1  rpiHOU  great  Omnipotent, 

JL     Thou  Lord  of  earth  and  sky; 
I,  with  my  soul  down  lowly  bent, 
Adore  thy  majesty. 

2  When  I  behold  the  sun, 

The  creature  of  thy  power, 


3  EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

His  daily  radiant  circle  run, 
I  wonder  and  adore. 

3  The  moon  and  stars,  by  night. 

In  feebler  glories  shine; 
But  all  from  thee  derive  their  light; 
Thou  source  of  light  divine. 

4  Thine  everlasting  praise 

Seraphic  armies  sing. 
And  I  (unworthy)  join  the  lays, 
Thou  everlasting  King. 

5  Hail!  holy,  holy,  Lord! 

Thrice  holy  one  in  Three; 
Thy  boundless  name  be  still  ador'd, 
Throughout  eternity. 

6.     C.  M.         Hastings. 

-The  Greatness  and  glory  of  God  in  Nature  and 
Grace. 

1  /f~1  RE  AT  God,  how  powerful  is  thy  hand.' 
\JF  Thy  works,  how  great!  how  wise! 
Low  sink  the  vales,  at  thy  command 

The  tow'ring  mountains  rise! 

2  At  thy  command,  the  sun  unveils 

His  glories  in  the  eastj 
And  sinks  his  flaming  chariot  wheels 
Low  in  the  distant  west. 

3  The  waxing  and  the  waning  moon, 

Proclaim  thy  skill  abroad; 
And  avery  rolling  star  makes  known 
The  glories  of  a  God! 


EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.      C,  T 

I  Thou  dost  my  heaving  lungs  inspire, 
Thou  form'dst  my  beating  heart; 
My  soul,  this  spark  of  heav'nly  fire* 
Thy  goodness  did  impart. 
i  Within,  without,  thy  wisdom  bright, 
Thy  power,  thy  truth  I  prove; 
Nature  displays  thy  works  of  might, 
But  grace,  thy  works  of  love. 

6.     L.  M.        Watis'  Lyric?. 
The  Creator  exalted  above  all  praise, 
1   TriTERNAL  Pow'ri  jriiose  high  abode 
_tli  Becomes  the  grandeur  of  a  God; 
Infinite  lengths  beyond  the  bounds 
Where  stars  revolve  their  little  round*! 
I  Far  in  the  depths  of  space,  thy  throne 
Burns  with  a  lustre  all  its  own: 
In  shining  ranks  beneath  thy  feet, 
Angelic  pow'rs  and  splendours  meet. 

3  Earth,  from  afar,  has  heard  thy  fame, 
And  worms  have  learn'd  to  lisp  thy  name; 
But  oh,  the  glories  of  thy  mind 

Leave  all  our  soaring  thoughts  behind. 

4  God  is  in  heav'n,  and  man  below: 
Short  be  our  tunes,  our  words  be  few* 
A  sacred  rev'rence  checks  our  songs, 
And  praise  sits  silent  on  our  tongues. 

7.     C.  M.        Steet.e. 
Excellency  of  the  Bible. — Psalm  cxix.  07. 
1  "J71ATHER  of  mercies,  in  thy  word 
-T    What  endles*  glory  shines! 


3  EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

Forever  be  thy  name  ador'd 
For  these  celestial  lines! 

2  Here  may  the  wretched  sons  of  want 

Exhaustless  riches  find; 
Riches,  above  what  earth  can  grant, 
And  lasting  as  the  mind. 

3  Here  the  fair  tree  of  knowledge  grows* 

And  yields  a  sweet  repast; 
Sublimer  sweets  than  nature  knows 
Invite  the  longing  taste. 

4  Here  springs  of  consolation  rise, 

To  cheer  the  fainting- mind; 
And  thirsty  souls  receive  supplies, 
And  sweet  refreshment  find. 

5  Here  the  Redeemer's  welcome  voice 

Spreads  heav'nly  peace  around; 
And  life  and  everlasting  joys 
i  ttend  the  blissful  sound. 

6  O,  may  these  heav'nly  pages  be 

My  ever  dear  delight; 
And  still  new  beauties  may  I  see, 
And  stili  increasing  light! 

7  Divine  Instructer,  gracious  Lord, 

Be  thou  forever  near; 
Teach  me  to  love  thy  sacred  word, 
And  view  my  Saviour  there! 
8.     L.  M\         Steele. 
Dominion  and  power  of  Ood. — Psalm  xciii. 
I  npHE  Lord,  the  God  of  glory,  reigns, 
JL    In  robes  of  Majesty  array'd; 
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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.  9 

His  rule  omnipotence  sustains, 
And  guides  the  worlds  his  hands  have  made . 

2  Ere  rolling-  worlds  began  to  move, 

Or  ere  the  heav'ns  were  stretch'd  abroad, 
Thy  awful  throne  was  fix'd  above: 
From  everlasting1  thou  art  God. 

3  The  swelling  floods  tumultuous  rise — 

Aloud  the  angry  tempests  roar — 
Lift  their  proud  billows  to  the  skies, 
And  foam  and  lash  the  trembling-  shore. 

4  The  Lord,  the  mighty  God,  on  high, 

Controls  the  fiercely  raging-  seas: 
He  speaks!  and  noise  and  tempests  fly — 
The  waves  sink  down  in  g-entle  peace, 

5  Thy  sovereign  laws  are  ever  sure — 

Eternal  holiness  is  thine; 

And,  Lord,  thy  people  should  be  pure,. 

And  in  thy  blest  resemblance  shine. 

9.     C.  M.         Addison. 

On  the  Scriptures. 

1  /^  REATGod!  with  wonder  and  with  praise 
vX  On  all  thy  works  I  look; 

But  still  tby  wisdom,  power  and  grace 
Shine  brighter  in  tby  book. 

2  The  stars,  that  in  their  courses  roll, 

Have  much  instruction  given; 
But  thy  good  word  informs  my  soul 
How  1  may  soar  to  heav'n. 

3  The  fields  provide  me  food,  and  show 

The  goodness  of  th«  Lord; 

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10         EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

But  fruits  of  life  and  glory  grow 
In  thy  most  holy  word. 

4  Here  are  my  choicest  treasures  hid, 

Here  my  best  comfort  lies; 

Here  my  desires  arelsatisfied, 

And  here  my  hopes  arise. 

5  Lord,  make  me  understand  thy  law, 

Show  what  my  faults  have  been; 
And  from  the  gospel  let  me  draw 
Pardon  for  all  my  sin. 

10.     C.  M.        Blacklock. 

Omniscience  and  Omnipresence  of  God* — Psalm 
cxxxix. 

1  TT   ORD,  thou,  with  an  unerring  beam, 
JLi  Surveyest  all  my  pow'rs, 
My  rising  steps  are  watch'd  by  thee — 

By  thee  my  resting  hours. 

2  My  thoughts,  scarce  struggling  into  birth, 

Great  God,  are  known  to  thee; 
Abroad,  at  home,  still  I'm  enclos'd 
With  thine  immensity. 

3  To  thee  the  labyrinths  of  life 

In  open  view  appear; 
Nor  steal  a  whisper  from  my  lips, 
Without  thy  list'ning  ear. 

4  Behind  I  glance,  and  thou  art  there! 

Before  me  shines  thy  name; 
And  'tis  thy  strong,  almighty  hand 
Sustains  ray  tender  frame. 
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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.         1 1 

i  Such  knowledge  moeks  the  vain  essays 
Of  my  astonish'd  mind; 
Nor  can  my  reason's  soaring  eye 
Its  tow'ring  summit  find. 

11.     S.  M.        Watts'  Ltrics. 
God  the  object  of  all  homage. 

1  4  LMIGHTY  Maker,  God! 
J\  How  wondrous  is  thy  name! 
Thy  glories  how  diffus'd  abroad, 

Through  the  creation's  frame! 

2  Nature,  in  every  dress, 

Her  humble  homage  pays, 
And  finds  a  thousand  ways  t'  expreSf 
Thine  undissembled  praise. 

3  My  soul  would  rise  and  sing 
To  her  Creator  too; 

Fain  would  my  tongue  adore  my  Kin^ 
And  pay  the  worship  due. 

The  very  songs  I  frame, 

Are  faithless  to  thy  cause, 
And  steal  the  honours  of  thy  name, 

To  build  their  own  applause. 

[5  Thus  pride,  that  busy  sin, 
Spoils  all  that  I  perform; 
Curs'd  pride,  that  creeps  securely  in,, 
And  swells  a  haughty  worm.] 
6  Create  my  soul  anew, 

Else  all  my  worship's  vain; 
This  wretched  heart  will  ne'er  be  true, 
Until  'tis  fornVd  again. 

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12         EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

7  Let  joy  and  worship  spend 
The  remnant  of  my  days; 
And  to  my  God,  ply  soul  ascend, 
In  sweet  perfumes  of  praise. 

12.     C.  M.         Watts'  Lyrics. 

Divine  Sovereignty. 

1  TZ  EEP  silence,  all  created  things, 
JO*.  And  wait  your  Maker's  nod; 

My  soul  stands  trembling,  while  she  sings 
The  honours  of  her  God. 

2  Life,  death,  and  hell,  and  worlds  unknown 

Hang  on  his  firm  decree; 
He  aits  on  no  precarious  throne, 
Nor  borrows  leave  to  be. 

3  Chain'd  to  his  throne,  a  volume  lies, 

With  all  the  fates  of  men, 
With  every  angel's  form  and  size, 
Drawn  by  th'  eternal  pen. 

4  His  providence  unfolds  the  book, 

And  makes  his  counsel  shine; 
Each  opening  leaf,  and  every  stroke 
Fulfils  some  deep  design. 

5  Here  he  exalts  neglected  worms 

To  sceptres  and  a  crown; 
And  there  the  following  page  he  turm, 
And  treads  the  monarch  down. 
8  Not  Gabriel  asks  the  reason  why, 
Nor  God  the  reason  gives; 
Nor  dares  the  favorite  angel  pry 
Between  the  folded  le&vtft, 
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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.  U 

,   My  God,  I  would  not  long  to  see 
My  fate  with  curious  eyes; 
What  gloomy  lines  are  writ  for  me, 
Or  what  bright  scenes  may  rise. 
I  In  thy  fair  book  of  life  and  grace, 
O,  may  I  find  my  name, 
Recorded  in  some  humble  place, 
Beneath  rny  Lord  the  Lamb! 
13*     L.  M.         Steele. 
The  goodness  of  God. 
I   fg^HE  praises  of  my  God,  my  King', 
JL      While  I  have  life  or  breath  to  sing, 
Shall  fill  my  heart,  and  tune  my  tongue, 
Till  heav'n  improve  the  blissful  *ong» 
I  No  more  in  princes  vainly  trust, 
Frail  sons  of  earth!  man  is  but  dust; 
With  all  his  pride,  with  all  his  pow'r, 
The  helpless  creature  of  an  hour. 
>  Happy  the  man,  whose  hopes  divine 
On  Israel's  cov'nant  God  recline! 
Who  can,  with  sacred  transport,  say, 
This  God  is  mine,  my  help,  my  stay! 
4  His  justice  favours  them  who  mourn 
Baneath  the  proud  oppressor's  scorn; 
The  hungry  poor  his  hand  sustains, 
And  breaks  the  w-t.cb.ed  captive's  chains. 
To  sightless  eyes, long  clos'c  in  night, 
His  touch  restores     ie  joys  of  light; 
And  mourners  rais  d  confess  his  care, 
He  loves  the  humble  and  sincere. 

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14,  15  EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

6  If  wand'ring  strangers  friendless  roam, 
Divine  protection  is  their  home: 
The  Lord  relieves  the  widow's  cares, 
And  dries  the  weeping  orphan's  tears. 

14.  L.  M.         Watts. 
Thoughts  on  God  and  Death* 

1  fTlHERE  is  a  God  who  reigns  above, 

JL    Lord  of  the  heav'n  and  earth  and  seas; 
I  fear  his  wrath,  I  ask  his  love, 
And  with  my  lips  I  sing  his  praise. 

2  There  is  a  law  which  he  has  writ, 

To  teach  us  all  what  we  must  do; 
My  soul,  to  his  commands  submit, 
For  they  are  holy ,  just  and  true. 

3  There  is  a  gospel  rich  in  grace, 

Whence  sinners  all  their  comforts  draw; 
Lord,  I  repent  and  seek  thy  face, 
For  I  have  often  broke  thy  law, 

4  There  is  an  hour  when  I  must  die, 

Nor  do  I  know  how  soon  'twill  come; 
How  many  younger,  much,  than  I, 

Have  pass'd  by  death  to  hear  their  doom! 

5  Let  me  improve  the  hours  I  have, 

Before  the  day  of  grace  is  fled; 

There's  no  repentance  in  the  grave, 

Nor  pardon  offer'd  to  the  dead. 

15.  C.  M.        Gibbons. 
Goodness  of  God. — Jer.  xxxi.  12. 

i   rilHY  goodness,  Lord,  our  souls  confess j 
JL    Thy  goodness  we  adore) 
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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.  1$ 

A  spring,  whose  blessings  never  fail — 

A  sea,  without  ashore! 
J2  Sun,  moon,  and  stars,  thy  love  attest, 

In  every  golden  ray; 
Love  draws  the  curtains  of  the  night, 

And  love  brings  back  the  day. 

2  Thy  bounty  every  season  crowns, 

With  all  the  bliss  it  yields; 
With  joyful  clusters  loeds  the  vines, 
With  strength'ning  grain  the  field*. 
4  But  chiefly  thy  compassion,  Lord, 
Is  in  the  gospel  seen; 
There, like  a  sun,  thy  mercy  shines, 
Without  a  cloud  between. 

3  Pardon,  acceptance,  peace  and  joy, 

Through  Jesus'  name  are  given; 
He,  on  the  cross,  was  lifted  high, 
That  we  might  reign  in  heaven. 
16.     L.  M.         Medley. 
Loving  kindness. — Isaiah  lxiii.  7.  Ps.  lxiii.  3. 
I     A  WAKE,  my  soul,  in  joyful  lays, 

J\.  And  sing  thy  great  Redeemer's  prahe; 
He  justly  claims  a  song  from  me, 
His  loving-kindness,  O  how  free! 

1  He  saw  me  ruin'd  by  the  fall, 
Yetlov'd  me  notwithstanding  all; 
He  sav'd  me  from  my  lost  estate. 
His  loving-kindness,  O  how  greatf 

Though  num'rous  hosts  of  mighty  foes, 
Though  earth  and  hell  my  way  oppose, 

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1?         EVANGELICAL  HYMNS 

He  safely  leads  my  soul  along, 
His  loving-kindness,  O  how  strong! 

4  When  trouble,  like  a  gloomy  cloud, 
Has  gather'd  thick  and  thunder'd  loudj 
He  near  my  soul  has  always  stood, 
His  loving-kindness,  Q  how  good! 

5  Often  I  feel  my  sinful  heart 
Prone  from  my  Jesus  to  depart; 
But  though  I  have  him  oft  forgot, 
His  loving-kindness  changes  not. 

6  Soon  shall  I  pass  the  gloomy  vale- 
Soon  all  my  mortal  powers  must  fail; 
O,  may  my  last  expirirfg  breath 
His  living-kindness  sing  in  death! 

7  Then  let  me  mount  and  soar  away 
To  the  bright  world  of  endless  day; 
And  sing,  with  rapture  and  surprise, 
His  loving-kindness  in  the  skies! 

17.     C.  M.        Cruden. 
Greatness  of  God> — Isaiah  xL  12 — 15. 

1  T    O!  heaven's  tremendous,  mighty  King! 
J-i  (I  tremble  at  the  name!] 

Angels  but  faintly  lisp  his  praise, 
Nor  half  his  deeds  proclaim. 

2  He  rounded  all  the  heav'nly  orbs, 

Hebowl'd  them  from  his  hand; 
They,  at  his  pleasure,  shoot  along, 
Or  at  his  bidding  stand. 

3  The  same  unbounded  pow'r  of  God 

Pour'd  forth  the  noisy  deep; 
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Whose  billows  lash  th'  affrighted  strand, 
Or,  hush'dby  him,  they  sleep. 

[4  'O,  praise  his  name,  ye  heav'nly  orbs, 
And  sound  his  fame  abroad; 
Proclaim  his  pow'r,  thou  mighty  deep, 
And  own  the  hand  of  God.'] 

5  His  fingers  spann'd  the  azure  sky — 

Assign'd  each  star  its  place; 
He  smooth'd  foj  each  a  spacious  road 
Through  vast,  unbounded  space. 

6  He  gaug'd  the  yielding  mounds  of  sand, 

Tiiat  smoothly  line  the  shore; 
And  curb'd  th' iriipetuous,  lawless  waves, 
While  all  enrag'd  they  roar. 

7  Each  fragment  of  the  rugged  rock, 

In  his  just  scales  was  weigh'd; 
And  all  the  proud,  aspiring  hills 
Were  in  his  balance  tried. 

[3  'O,  praise  his  name,  ye  rolling  worlds, 
And  sound  his  fame  abroad: 
Ye  heirs  of  heav'n  proclaim  his  pow'r, 
That  brought  you  back  to  God.'] 

18.     L.  M.         Tucket*. 

Holiness,  Justice,  and  Mercy  united. — Psalia 

l:<xxv.  2  0. 

1   tf^fe  LOVE!  beyond  conception  great, 
V^  That  form'd  the  vast  stupendous  plan, 
Where  all  divine  perfections  meet 
To  reconcile  rebellious  man! 

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1 9         EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

2  There  wisdom  shines  in  fullest  blaze. 

And  justice  all  her  rights  maintains! 
Astonish'd  angels  stoop  to  gaze, 

While  mercy  o'er  the  guilty  reigns. 

3  Yes,  mercy  reigns,  and  justice  too — 

In  Christ  harmoniously  they  meet, 
He  paid  to  justice  all  her  due, 
And  now  he  fills  the  mercy  seat. 

4  Such  are  the  wonders  of  our  God, 

And  such  th'  amazing  depths  of  grace. 
To  save  from  wrath's  vindictive  rod, 
The  chosen  sons  of  Adam's  race. 

&  With  grateful  songs,  then  let  our  souls 
Surround  our  gracious  Father's  throne: 
And  all  between  the  distant  poles 
His  truth  and  mercy  ever  own. 

19.     C.  M.         Burder. 
Love  of  God.-— I  John  iv.  8. 

1  iT^OME,  ye  that  know  and  fear  the  Lord, 
H^y  And  raise  your  souls  above; 

Let  every  heart  and  voice  accord, 
To  sing,  that  God  is  love. 

2  This  precious  truth  his  word  declares, 

And  all  his  mercies  prove; 

Jesus,  the  gift  of  gifts  appears, 

To  shew  that  God  is  love. 

3  Behold  his  patience  lengthen'd  out, 

To  those  who  from  him  rove; 
And  calls  effectual  reach  their  hearts. 
To  teach  them,  God  is  love* 

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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS,         2Q- 

4  The  work  be^run  is  carried  on, 

By  pow'r  from  heaven  above; 
And  every  step,  from  first  to  last, 
Proclaims,  that  God  is  love. 

5  O,  may  we  all,  while  here  below, 

This  best  of  blessings  prove; 
Till  warmer  hearts,  in  brighter  worlds^ 
Shall  shout,  that  God  is  love. 

20.     C.  M.         Steele. 

Praise  for  the  Blessings  of  Providence  and 
Grace. — Psalm  cxxxix. 

1  A  LMIGIITY  Father,  gracious  Lord,. 
XjL   Kind  Guardian  of  my  days, 

Thy  mercies  let  my  heart  record 
In  songs  of  grateful  praise. 

2  In  life's  first  dawn,  my  tender  frame 

Was  thy  indulgent  care, 
Long  ere  I  could  pronounce  thy  name.. 
Or  breathe  the  infant  prayer. 

3  Each  rolling  year  new  favours  brought 

From  thy  exhaustless  store; 
But  ahl  in  vain  my  labouring  thought 
Would  count  thy  mercies  o'er. 

4  While  sweet  reflection,  thro'  my  days. 

Thy  bountencus  hand  would  trace; 
Still  dearer  blessings  claim  thy  praise, 
The  blessings  of  thy  grace. 

5  Yes,  I  adore  thee,  gracious  Lord, 

For  favours  more  divine; 

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21  EVANGELICAL  ktfTMNfc 

That  I  have  known  thy  sacred  word. 
Where  all  thy  glories  shine. 
6  Lord,  when  this  mortal  frame  deca)s. 
And  every  weakness  dies. 
Complete  the  wonders  of  thy  grace, 
And  raise  me  to  the  skies. 

21.     C.  M.         Adihscw. 
Graiiiudefor  mercies. 

1  "¥^THEN  all  thy  mercies,  O  my  God; 

▼  »      My  rising  soul  surveys; 
Transported  with  the  view  I'm  lost 
In  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 

2  Unnumber'd  comforts  on  my  head, 

Thy  tender  care  bestow'd, 
Before  my  infant  heart  conceiv'd 
From  whom  those  blessings  flow'd. 

3  To  all  my  weak  complaints  and  cries, 

Thy  mercy  lent  an  ear, 
Ere  yet  my  feeble  thoughts  had  learnt- 
To  form  themselves  in  pray'r. 

4  When  in  the  sjipp'cy  paths  of  youth 

With  heedless  steps  I  ran, 
Thine  arm,  unseen,  convey  \1  me  safe 
And  led  me  up  to  man. 

5  Ten  thousand  thousand  precious  gifts 

My  daily  thanks  employ; 
Nor  is  the  least  a  cheerful  heart, 
i "hat  tastes  those  gifts  with  joy. 
,■  6  Through  ev'ry  period  of  my  life, 
Thy  goodness  I'll  adore; 
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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.         22 

And  after  death,  in  distant  worlds, 
Thy  mercy  still  explore. 

22.     L.  M.         Scott. 

Mercies  of  God  inestimable. — Psalm  cxxxix. 

17,  18. 

1  rilHE  glitt'ring  spangles  of  the  sky — 

JL    The  sands  which  spread  th' extended  j 
These  could  I  number,  yet  my  God,    [shore;  | 
I  ne'er  could  count  thy  mercies  o'er! 

2  This  curious  frame — these  noble  pow'rs, 

To  thy  creating  hand  I  owe; 
Thy  providence  preserves  me  safe, 
And  crowns  my  every  wish  below, 

3  Oft  in  the  visions  of  the  nighta 

My  thoughts  still  on  thy  mercies  rove; 
And  every  midnight  wakeful  hour, 
I  trace  the  wonders  of  thy  love. 

4  The  pleasant,  unexhausted  theme, 

Each  rising  morn  my  soul  pursues-* 
In  fervent pray'r  ascends  to  thee, 
Aud  still  her  grateful  song  renews. 

5  Nor  days,  nor  nights,  nor  months,  nor  years, 

Nor  centuries,  would  e'er  suffice 
To  sound  th'  uufathom'd  depths  of  love, 
Or  touch  the  heights  thy  mercies  rise. 
[6  Thy  mercies,  Lord,  thro'  endless  years, 
Shall  still  my  raptur'd  poAvers  employ; 
Yet  endless  years  wiil  still  but  swell 
My  wonder,  gratitude,  and  joy.] 

21 


23         EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

23.     L.  M.        Steele. 
Providence  equitable  and  kind. — Ps.  cvii. 

1  f  tpHRO'  all  the  various  shifting  scenes 

J-    Of  life's  mistaken  good  or  ill, 
Thy  hand,  O  God,  conducts,  unseen, 
Our  changes  by  thy  sov'reign  will. 

2  Thou  givestwith  paternal  care, 

Howe'er  unjustly  we  complain, 
To  each  his  necessary  share 

Of  joy  and  sorrow,  health  and  paia. 

3  Trust  we  to  youth,  or  friends,  or  pow'r, 

Fix  we  on  this  terrestial  ball, 
When  most  secure,  the  coming  hour, 
If  thou  see  fit,  may  blast  them  all. 

4  When  lowest  sunk  with  grief  and  shame, 

Fill'd  with  affliction's  bitter  cup, 
Lost  to  relations,  friends  and  fame, 

Thy  powerful  hand  can  raise  us  up. 
§  Thy  gracious  consolations  cheer, 

Thy  smiles  suppress  the  deep  fetch'd  sighr 
Thy  hand  can  dry  the  trickling  tear 

That,  secret,  wets  th'  afflicted  eye. 

6  All  things  on  earth,  and  all  in  hcav'n, 

On  thy  eternal  will  depend: 
And  all  for  greater  good  were  giv'n, 
And  all  shall  in  thy  glory  end. 

7  Thi6  be  my  care;  to  all  beside 

Indifferent  let  my  wishes  be; 
Passion  be  cahn,  and  dumb  be  pride, 
And  fix'd,  O  God,  my  soal  on  thee: 
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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.  24, 25- 

24.     C.  M.         Cowper* 
The  Mysteries  of  Providence. 
\  £^\  OD  moves  in  a  mysterious  way, 
vJ  His  wonders  to  perform; 
He  plants  his  footsteps  in  the  sea, 
And  rides  upon  the  storm. 

2  Deep  in  unfathomable  mines 

Of  never-failing  skill, 
He  treasures  up  his  bright  designs, 
And  works  his  sov' reign  will. 

3  Ye  fearful  saints,  fresh  courage  take, 

The  clouds  ye  so  much  dread, 
Are  big  with  mercy,  and  shall  break 
In  Meesings  on  your  head. 

4  Judge  not  the  Lord  by  feeble  sense, 

But  trust  him  for  his  grace; 
Behind  a  frowning  providence, 
He  hides  a  smiling  face. 

5  His  purposes  will  ripen  fast, 

Unfolding  every  hour; 
The  bud  may  have  a  bitter  taste 
But  sweet  will  be  the  flow'r. 

6  Bliad  unbelief  is  sure  to  err, 

And  scan  his  work  in  vain; 
God  is  his  own  interpreter, 
And  he  will  make  it  plain. 
25.     L.  M. 
.Wysteties  of  Providence. 
1   Tf~   ORD,  how  mysterious  are  thy  waysl 
jLJ  How  blind  are  we,  how  mean  our  praise! 

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26         EVANGELICAL  HYMN'S. 

Thy  steps  no  mortal  eyes  explore; 
'Tis  ours  to  wonder  and  adore. 

2  Thy  purposes  from  creature-sight 
Are  hid  in  shades  of  awful  night; 
Amid  the  lines,  with  curious  eye, 
Not  angel  minds  presume  to  pry. 

S  Great  God!  I  do  not  ask  to  see 
What  in  futurity  shall  he: 
Let  light  and  bliss  attend  my  days, 
And  then  my  future  hours  be  praise. 

4  Are  darkness  and  distress  my  share? 
Give  me  to  trust  thy  guardian  care; 
Enough  for  me,  if  love  divine 

At  length  through  every  cloud  shall  shine. 

5  Yet  this  my  soul  desires  to  know, 
Be  this  my  only  wish  below; 

"That  Christ  is  mine!" — this  great  request, 
Grant,  bounteous  God;  and  I  am  blest. 

26.     L.  M.         Doddridge. 
The  effects  of  the  fall  lamented. — Psalm  cxix. 


136—158. 


1    A^ 


To  torrents  melt  my  streaming  eyes; 
And  thou,  my  heart,  with  anguish  feel, 
Those  evils  which  thou  canst  not  heal. 
2  See  human  nature  sunk  in  shame; 
JSee  scandals  pour'd  on  Jesus'  name; 
The  father  wounded  through  the  Sob;' 
{The  world  abus'd;  the  soulwndone. 
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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.         27 

3  See  the  short  course  of  vain  delight, 
Closing  in  everlasting  night; 

In  flames  that  no  abatement  know, 
Though  briny  tears  forever  flow. 

4  My  God,  I  feel  the  mournful  scene; 
My  bowels  yearn  o'er  dying  men; 
And  fain  my  pity  would  reclaim. 

And  snatch  the  firebrands  from  the  flame.    . 

5  But  feeble  my  compassion  proves, 
And  can  but  weep  where  most  it  loves; 
Thy  own  all-savipg  ana  employ, 

And  turn  these  drops  of  grief  to  joy, 
27.     L.  M.         Bo»i*rid&&. 
Law;  or, ike  sinner  found  wanting.  -Don.  v.  27. 

RAISE,  thoughtless  sinner!  raise  0  ine  eye, 
Behold  the  judgment  drawing  nigh: 
Behold  the  balance  is  display  M, 
Where  thcu  must  be  exactly  weigh'd. 

2  See,  in  one  scale  God's  holy  law; 
Mark  with  what  force  its  precepts  draw; 
Canst  thou  the  awful  test  sustain! 

Thy  works  how  light!  thy  thoughts  how  vain] 

3  Behold  the  hand  of  God  appears, 
And  writes  in  dreadful  characters, 
"Tekel!  thy  soul  is  wanting  found; 
"With  trearubling  hear  the  awful  sound. 

4  "Let  fear  thy  sin-bound  heart  embrace; 
"Let  guilty  shame  o'crspread  thy  face; 
"Conviction  through  thy  conscience  roll, 
tCAnd  deep  repentance  all  thy  soul. 


28         EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

5  "One  only  hope  can  yet  prevail, 
"Jesus  for  thee  can  turn  the  scale: 
"Can  give  the  guilty  conscience  peace-, 
"And  save  thee  by  his  righteousness." 

6  Dear  Saviour,  now  thy  power  impart; 
Convince  each  unconvinced  heart; 
And  thy  salvation  let  them  view, 
Injustice  wrought,  and  mercy  too. 

7  Believing  this,  they  shall  employ 
Their  hearts  and  lips  in  songs  of  joy; 
Nor  e'er  of  wanting  be  afraid, 
When  in  God's  holy  balance  weigh'd. 

28.     L.  M.         Doddridge. 
Irision  of  dry  bones. — Ezek.  xxxvii.  3. 

1  If    OOK  down,  O  Lord,  with  pitying  eye, 
A-J  See  Adam's  racoin  ruin  lie; 

Sin  spreads  its  trophies  o'er  the  ground, 
And  scatters  slaughter'd  heaps  around. 

2  And  can  these  mouldering  corpses  live? 
And  can  these  perish'd  bones  revive? 
That,  mighty  God,  to  thee  is  known! 
That  wondrous  work  is  all  thine  own. 

3  Thy  ministers  are  sent  in  vain, 
To  prophesy  upon  the  slain; 

In  vain  they  call,  in  vain  they  cry, 
Till  thine  Almighty  aid  is  nigh. 

4  But  if  thy  Spirit  deign  to  breathe, 

Life  spreads  thro'  all  the  realms  of  death; 
Dry  bones  obey  thy  pow'rful  voice; 
They  move— they  waken—they  rejoice. 
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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.         29 

5  So  when  thy  trumpet's  awful  sound, 

Shall  shake  the  heavens,  and  rend  the  ground, 
Dead  saints  shall  from  their  tombs  arise, 
And  spring  to  life  beyond  the  skies. 
29.     L.  M.        Watts. 
True  Penitence. 

1  QHOW  pity,  Lord!  O  Lord  forgive! 
Ik5  Let  a  repenting  rebel  live; 

.Are  not  thy  mercies  large  and  free? 
May  not  a  sinner  trust  in  thee? 

2  My  crimes  are  great,  but  can't  surpass 
The  power  and  glory  of  thy  grace; 
Great  God,  thy  nature  bath  no  bound, 
So  let  thy  pard'ning  love  be  found. 

■6  O,  wash  my  soul  from  every  sin, 

And  make  my  guilty  conscience  clean; 
Here,  on  my  heart,  the  burden  lies, 
And  past  offences  pain  mine  eyes. 

4  My  lips,  with  shame,  my  sins  confess, 
Against  thy  law.  against  thy  grace; 
Lord ,  should  thy  judgments  grow  severe, 
I  am  condemn'd,  but  thou  art  clear. 

5  Should  sudden  vengeance  seize  my  breath, 
I  must  pronounce  thee  just,  in  death; 
And  if  my  soul  were  sent  to  hell, 

Thy  righteous  law  approves  it  well. 

6  Yet  save  a  trembling  sinner,  Lord, 
Whose  hope,  still  hovering  round  thy  worl, 
Would  light  on  some  sweet  promise  there, 
Some  sire  support  against  despair. 

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3.0,31  EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

30.     L.  M.         Fawcett. 
"  What  must  I  do  to  be  saved?"— Acts  xvi.  3*. 

1  "^SylTITH  melting  heart  and  weeping  eyes, 

»  »      My  guilty  soul  for  mercy  cries; 
What  shall  I  do,  or  whither  flee, 
To  'scape  that  vengeance  due  to  me! 

2  Till  now,  I  saw  no  danger  nigh; 
I  liv'd  at  ease,  nor  fear' J  to  die; 
Wrapt  up  in  self-deceit  and  pride, 
"I  shall  have  peace  at  last,"  1  cried. 

3  But  when,  great  God!  thy  light  divine 
Had  shone  on  this  dark  soul  of  mine, 
Then  I  beheld,  with  trembling  awe, 
The  terrors  of  thy  holy  law. 

4  How  dreadful  now  my  guilt  appears, 

In  childhood,  youth,  and  grow  iog  years! 
Before  thy  pure  discerning  ©ye, 
Lord,  what  a  filthy  wretch  an'-.  1! 

5  Should  vengeance  still  my  soul  pursue, 
Death  and  destruction  are  my  due; 
Yet  mercy  can  my  guilt  forgive, 

And  bid  a  dying  sinner  live. 

6  Doss  not  thy  sacred  word  proclaim 
Salvation  free  in  Jesus'  name? 

To  him  Hook,  and  humbly  cry, 
"O  save  a  wretch  condemn' d  to  diel" 
31.     L.  M. 

I  have  seen  his  way  and  will  hea  I  friwi.-Isa.  toil.  1 8 . 

1   /"|  THAT  mine  eyes  were  floods  of  tears, 
\J  Then  would  I  tune  my  mournful  lay«> 


•;\  ANGELICAL  HYMNS.         32 

And  own  before  Jehovah's  throne, 

The  guilt  and  folly  of  my  ways. 
My  heart,  my  lips,  my  life  defil'd, 

A  daring  rebel  I  have  be^en; 
A  traitor  to  th'  eterrial  God, 

A  foe  to  grace,  a  friend  to  sin. 
Alas!  for  I'm  a  wretch  undone! 

The  Lord  Jehovah  marks  my  way; 
Sure  quick  destine tion  is  my  doom, 

My  num'rous  sins  he'll  now  repay. 

""I've  seen  his  ways,"  the  Lord  declares, 

"Andtho'  I  frown,  I'll  heal  his  soul; 
''Then  he  shall  know  that  mercy  spares, 
"And  sweetly  all  his  sins  control. 

"I  will  have  mercy,"  saith  the  Lordf 
"And  whom  I  choose  I  will  set  free: 

"I'll  save  the  vilest  of  my  foes," — 
And  then  he  thought  on  sinful  me 

Incarnate  God!  what  wond'rous  love! 

How  rich  thy  mercy,  how  divine! 
How  free  the  great  salvation  flows, 

To  cleanse  such  leprous  souls  as  mine 

32.     L.  M. 

Human  righteousness  msujpcient  to  justify. 
Mic.  vi.  6—8. 

rV\7HEREV/ITH,OLord,sha]lIdrawncar, 

▼  *      Or  bow  myself  before  thy  face! 
How  in  thy  purer  eyes  appear] 
What  shall  I  bring  to  gain  thy  grace? 

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33         EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

2  Will  gifts  delight  the  Lord  most  high? 

Will  multiplied  oblations  please? 
Thousands  of  rasns  his  fayour  buy, 
Or  slaughter'd  hecatombs  appease'1 

3  Can  these  assuage  the  wrath  of  God? 

Can  these  wash  out  my  guilty  stain! 
Rivers  of  oil,  or  seas  of  blood, 
Alas!  they  all  must  flow  in  vain. 

A  Guilty  I  stand  before  thy  face; 

My  sole  desert  is  hell  and  wrath;         t 
'Twerejust  the  sentence  should  take  place; 
But  Oh,  I  plead  my  Saviour's  death! 
5  I  plead  the  merits  of  thy  Son, 

Who  died  for  sinners  on  the  tree; 
I  plead  his  righteousness  alone, 
Oh,  put  the  spotless  robe  on  me. 

33.     C.  M.         Brown. 
Works  vain  as  to  merit. — Mic.  vi.  6 — 8. 

HOW  shall  I  come  before  the  Lord, 
And  bow  before  his  throne? 
Or  how  procure  his  kind  regard? 
Or  for  my  guilt  atone? 

2  Shall  altars  flame,  and  victims  bleed, 

And  spicy  fumes  ascend? 
Will  these  my  earnest  wish  succeed, 
And  make  my  God  my  friend? 

3  Should  thousand  rams  in  flames  expire 

Woold  these  his  favour  buy? 
Or  oil,  that  should,  for  holy  fire. 
Ten  thousand  streams  supply? 
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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.         34 

4  With  trembling  hands,  and  bleeding  heart, 
Should  I  my  offspring  slay; 
Would  this  a  cheerful  hope  impart, 
Or  purge  my  guilt  away? 

4  Ah!  no,  my  soul,  'twere  fruitless  all; 
Such  victims  bleed  in  vain; 
No  fatlings,  from  the  field  or  stall, 
.  Such  favour  can  obtain! 

6  None  but  a  dying  Saviour's  blood, 
Can  all  my  guilt  remove; 
This  plead,  my  soul,  before  thy  God, 
And  sing  redeeming  love. 

34.     L.  M.         Scott. 
Balm  of  Gilead. — Jer.  viii.  22. 

WHY  droops  my  soul  with  grief  oppresU 
Why  these  wild  tumults  in  my  breast? 
Is  there  no  balm  to  heal  my  wound? 
No  kind  physician  to  be  found? 

2  Lo!  in  the  gospel's  faithful  lines, 
Jehovah's  boundless  mercy  shines. 
There,  drest  in  love,  the  Saviour  stands. 
With  bleeding  heart  and  wounded  hands! 

3  Raise  to  the  cross  thy  weeping  eyes; 
Behold  the  prince  of  glory  dies; 
He  dies,  extended  on  the  tree, 
Thence  sheds  a  sovereign  balm  for  thee. 
My  Saviour,  at  thy  feet  I  lie, 
Here  to  receive  a  cure  or  die! 
But  grace  forbids  that  painful  fear; 
Infinite  grace,  which  triumphs  here! 

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35         EVANGELICAL  HYMNS, 

£  Great  God  extract  the  poison'd  dart, 
Bind  up  and  heal  my  broken  heart; 
With  blooming  health  my  face  adorn, 
And  change  my  gloomy  night  to  morn 

35.     P.  M.         Ockum. 
Except  a  man  be  born  again. — John  iii.  3. 

1  A  WAK'D  by  Sinai's  awful  sound, 
J\.  My  soul  in  bonds  of  guilt  I  found, 

And  knew  not  where  to  go; 
O'erwhelm'd  with  sin,  with  anguish  slain, 
"The  sinner  must  be  born  again," 

Or  sink  to  endless  wo. 

2  Amaz'd  I  stood,  but  could  not  tell 
Which  way  to  shun  the  gates  of  hell. 

For  death  and  hell  drew  near; 
I  strove  indeed,  but  strove  in  vain, 
"The  sinner  must  be  born  again," 

Still  sounded  in  mine  ear. 

3  When  to  the  law  I  trembling  fled, 
It  pour'd  its  curses  on  my  head; 

I  no  relief  could  find. 
This  fearful  truth  increas'd  my  pain, 
"The  sinner  must  be  born  again," 

O'erwhelm'd  my  tortur'd  mind. 

4  Again  did  Sinai's  thunders  roll, 
And  guilt  lay  heavy  on  my  soul, 

A  vast  unwieldy  load; 
Alas!  I  read  and  saw  it  plain, 
"The  sinner  must  be  born  again," 

Or  drink  the  wrath  of  God. 
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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.         j 

5  The  saints  I  heard  with  rapture  tell 
How  Jesus  conquered  death  and  hell, 

And  broke  the  fowler's  snare. 
Yet,  when  I  found  this  truth  remain, 
"The  sinner  must  be  born  again," 

I  sunk  in  deep  despair. 

6  But  while  I  thus  in  anguish  lay, 
Jesus  of  Naz'reth  pass'd  that  way, 

And  felt  his  pity  move; 
The  sinner,  by  his  justice  slain, 
Now,  by  his  grace,  is  "born  again," 

And  sings  redeeming  love. 

7  To  heav'n  the  joyful  tidings  flew, 
The  angels  tun'd  their  harps  anew, 

And  loftier  notes  did  raise; 
All  hail!  the  Lamb  who  once  was  slain, 
Unnumber'd  millions,  "born  again," 
Will  shout  thine  endless  praise. 
36.     C.  i\l.         Hoskins. 
Ye  must  be  born  again. — Joint  iii.  7. 

1  OINNERS.  this  solemn  truth  regard! 
*C7  Hear,  all  ye  sons  of  men; 

For  Christ,  the  Saviour,  hath  declar'd, 
"Ye  must  be  born  again." 

2  Whate'er  might  be  your  birth  or  blood. 

The  sinner's  boast  is  vain; 
Thus  saith  the  glorious  Son  of  God, 
"Ye  must  be  horn  again." 

3  Our  nature's  totally  deprav'd, 

The  be.tr  r  a  rink  of  sin: 


37         EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

Without  a  change  we  can't  be  £aved: 
"Ye  must  be  bora  again," 

4  [That  which  is  born  of  flesh  is  flesh, 

And  flesh  it  will  remain; 
Then  marvel  not  that  Jesus  saith, 
"Ye  must  be  born  again/'] 

5  Spirit  of  life,  thy  grace  impart, 

And  breathe  on  sinners  slain; 
Bear  witness,  Lord,  in  ev'ry  heart,.. 
That  we  are  born  again. 

6  Dear  Saviour,  let  us  now  begin 

To  trust  and  love  thy  word; 
And,  by  forsaking  ev'ry  sin, 
Prove  we  are  born  of  God. 

37.     €.  M.         HoskiNs. 
Lamb  of  God* — John  i.  '29. 

SINGERS, behold  the  Lamb  of  God 
Who  takes  away  our  guilt; 
Look  to  the  precious,  priceless  bloody 
That  Jews  and  Gentiles  spilt. 

From  heav'n  he  came  to  seek  and  save* 

Leaving  his  blest  abode: 
To  ransom  us  himself  he  gave; 

Behold  the  Lamb  of  God. 

He  came  to  take  the  sinner's  plate, 
AtA  shed  his  precious  blood; 

Lot  Adam's  guilty,  ruin'd  race 
Behold  the  Lamb  of  Gad. 

pinners,  to  Jesus  then  draw  near] 
Invited  by  his  wordf 


EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.  3$ 

The  chief  of  sinners  need  not  fear; 
Behold  the  Lamb  of  God. 

5  In  ev'ry  state,  and  time,  and  places 

Nought  plead  but  Jesus'  blood; 
However  wretched  be  your  case* 
Behold  the  Lamb  of  God. 

6  Spirit  of  Grace,  to  us  apply 

lmmanuers  precious  blood, 
That  we  may,  with  thy  saints  on  higl*., 
Behold  the  Lamb  of  God. 

38.     C.  M.        Newton. 
Lookhig  at  the.  cross. 

1  IN  evil,  long  I  took  delight, 
X   Unaw'd  by  shame  and  fear; 
Till  a  new  object  struck  my  sight;. 

And  stopp'd  my  wild  career. 

2  I  saw  one  hanging  on  a  tree, 

In  agonies  and  blood, 
Who  fix'd  his  languid  eyes  on  me, 
As  near  his  cress  I  stood. 

3  Sure,  never,  to  my  latest  breath, 
Can  I  forget  that  look; 
It  seem'd  to  charge  me  with  his  death, 
Though  not  a  word  he  spoke. 

4  My  conscience  felt,  and  own'd  the  guilt, 

And  plung'd  me  in  despair, 
I  saw  my  sins  his  blood  had  spilt, 
And  help'd  to  nail  him  there. 

5  Alas!  I  knew  not  what  I  did, 

But  now  my  tears  are  vain; 


39         EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

Where  shall  my  trembling  soul  be  hid* 
For  I  the  Lord  have  slain. 

6  A  second  look  he  gave,  which  said, 

"I  freely  all  forgive; 
"This  blood  is  for  thy  ransom  paid; 
"I-die,  that  thou  may'st  live." 

7  With  pleasing  grief,  and  mournful  joy, 

My  spirit  now  is  filPd; 
That  I  should  such  a  life  destroy, 
Yet  live  by  him  Ik  ill  'd. 
39.     C.  M. 
Christ's  sufferings  on  the  cross. 

1  HpWAS  in  an  hour  when  wrath  prevail'd, 

JL    And  pow'rs  of  darkness  rcse, 
A  sudden  groan  my  ear  assail'd, 
Expressing  dying  woes. 

2  I  turn'd,  then  wondered  as  1  stood, 

At  what  mine  eyes  survey'd! 
A  Prince  expiring  in  his  blood, 
And  on  a  cress  display 'd! 

>  I  knew  him,  tho'  his  thorny  crown 

Dimm'd  his  majestic  air; 
Then  I  demanded,  with  a  frown, 

"What  traitor fix'd  him  there!55 
[  No  answer  to  my  voice  I  heard, 

Nor  could  discern  a  foe; 
When  lo!  his  fainting  head  he  rear'd, 

Ana"  spoke  in  words  of  woe— 

>  "Cease,  wretch,  from  vain  inquiry  rest, 

"My  cruel  murd'.ver  see, 
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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.         40 

"Thy  oins  have  rent  my  bleeding  breast, 
"And  nail'd  me  to  the  tree." 

6  Trembling  I  fell,  and  kiss'd  his  wounds^ 

And  wip'd  the  gore  away; 
I  saw  him  smooth  his  killing  frowns, 
Ar.d  heard  him  gently  say: 

7  "Rise,  let  thy  heart  its  grief  compose* 

"Thy  Saviour  will  forgive; 
"He  feels  the  burden  of  thy  woes, 
"And  dies  to  bid  thee  live." 

40.     C.  M.         Stennet*. 
Converted  Thief, — Luke  xxiii.  42. 

1  i  Son  the  cross  the  Saviour  hung, 
J\    And  wept,  and  bled,  and  died, 
He  pourd  salvation  on  a  wretch 

That  languished  at  his  side. 

2  His  crimes  with  inward  grief  and  shamed 

The  penitent  confess'd; 
Then  turn'd  his  dying  eyes  to  Christ, 
And  thus  his  pray'r  address'd. 

3  "Jesus,  thou  Son  and  heir  of  heav'n, 

-"Thou  spotless  Lamb  of  God, 
"I  see  thee  bath'd  in  sweat  and  tears, 
"And  welt'ring  in  thy  blood. 

4  "Yet  quickly  from  these  scenes  of  woe,- 

"In  triumph  thou  shalt  rise; 
"Burst  thro'  the  gloomy  shades  of  deaths 
"And  shine  above  the  skies. 

5  "  Amid  the  glories  of  that  world, 

"Dear  Saviour,  think  on  me; 

& 


41         EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

"And  in  the  vict'ries  of  thy  death, 
"Let  me  a  sharer  be." 

M  His  pray'r  the  dying  Jesus  hears, 
And  instantly  replies, 
"To-day  thy  parting  soul  shall  be 
"With  me  in  paradise." 

41.     L.  M.         Hoskins. 
Whereas  I  was  blind,  ugw  I  see. — John  ix.  £5. 

1  T^TOW  let  my  soul  with  wonder  trace 
i- 1  The  Saviour's  miracles  of  grace; 
Now  let  my  lips  and  life  record 

The  loving-kindness  of  the  Lord. 

2  Till  late  I  fancied  all  was  well, 
Tho'  walking  in  the  road  to  hell; 
But  now,  thro'  grace  divinely  free, 
I,  who  was  blind,  am  brought  to  see» 

3  Long  had  I  slept  in  nature's  night, 
But  Jesus  came  and  gave  me  light! 
Ten  thousand  praises,  Lord,  to  thee, 
That  tho'  born  blind,  yet  now  I  seel 

4  Long  had  I  wallow'd  in  my  sin; 
Blind  to  the  dangers  I  was  in, 

But  now  appeal,  great  God,  to  thee, 
That  tho'  once  blind,  yet  now  I  see! 

ft  Long  did  I  on  the  law  rely, 

And  pass  the  Friend  of  sinners  by; 
But,  what  a  glorious  mystery! 
Tho'  I  was  blind,  yet  now  I  see! 

<i  Strengthen,  O  Lord,  my  mental  sight- 
Increase  my  faith,  increase  my  lijjht; 


EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.  43.  43 

Then  shall  I  praise  the  sacred  Three, 
In  tkne  and  in  eternity. 

42.  C.  M.        Watts. 

The  joy  of  a  remarkable  Conversion. 

WHEN  Godrsveal'd  his  gracious  name, 
And  changed  my  mournful  state, 
My  rapture  seem'd  a  pleasant  dream, 

The  grace  appear'd  so  great. 
The  world  beheld  the  glorious  change, 

And  did  thy  hand  confess; 
My  tongue  broke  out  in  unknown  strains, 

And  sung  surprising  grace. 
"Great  is  the  work,"  my  neighbors  cried, 

And  own'd  the  pow'r  divine; 
"Great  is  the  work,"  my  heart  replied, 

"And  be  the  glory  thine." 
The  Lord  can  clear  the  darkest  skies, 

Can  give  us  day  for  night; 
Make  drops  of  sacred  sorrow  rise 

To  rivers  of  delight. 

43.  L.  M.         Brewer. 
Hiding-Place. — Isaiah  xxxii.  2. 

HAIL,  sov'reign  love,  that  first  beg&a 
The  scheme  to  rescue  fallen  man! 
Hail,  matchless,  free,  eternal  grace, 
That  gave  my  soul  an  hiding-place. 
Against  the  God  that  rules  the  sky 
I  fought  with  hand  uplifted  high; 
Despis'd  his  rich,  abounding  grace, 
Too  proud  to  seek  an  hiding-place. 

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43         EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

3  Enwrapp'd  in  thick  Egyptian  night. 
And  fond  of  darkness  more  than  ligh^ 
Madly  I  ran  the  sinful  race, 
Secure  without  an  hiding-place. 

4  But  thus  th'eterna]  counsel  ran, 
"Almighty  love,  arrest  that  man:" 
I  felt  the  arrows  of  distress, 

And  found  I  had  no  hiding-place. 

5  Indignant  justice  stood  in  view; 
To  Sinai's  15ery  mount  I  flew; 

But  justice  cried,  with  frowning  face, 
"This  mountain  is  no  hiding-place." 

6  Ere  long  a  heav'nly  voice  I  heard, 
And  mercy's  angel-form  appear'd; 
She  led  me  on  with  gentle  pace, 
To  Jesus,  as  my  hiding-place. 

7  On  him  Almighty  vengeance  fell, 
That  must  have  sunk  a  world  to  hell; 
He  bore  it  for  our  sinful  race, 

And  thus  became  our  hiding-place. 

8  Should  storms  of  thund'ring  vengeance  roll, 
And  shake  the  globe  from  pole  to  pole; 

No  flaming  bolt  shall  daunt  my  face, 
For  Jesus  is  my  hiding-place. 

§  A  few  more  rolling  suns  at  most 
Will  land  me  safe  on  Canaan's  coast; 
Where  I  shall  sing  the  song  of  grace,. 
And  see  my  glorious  hiding-place* 
":     40 


EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.  44,4* 

44.     C.  M.         Medley. 
The  Birth  of  Christ. — Luke  ii.  14. 

MORTALS,  awake,  with  angels  join, 
And  chaunt  the  solemn  lay; 
Joy,  love,  and  gratitude  combine, 

To  hail  th'  auspicious  day. 
In  heav'n  the  rapt'rous  song  began,. 

While  sweet  seraphic  fire, 
Thro'  all  the  shining  legions  ran, 

And  tun'd  the  golden  lyre. 
Swift  thro'  the  vast  expanse  it  flew, 

And  loud  the  echo  roll'd; 
The  theme,  the  song,  the  joy  was  new — 

'Twas  more  than  heav'n  conld  hold. 
Down  thro'  the  portals  of  the  sky 

Th'  impetuous  torrent  ran; 
And  angels  fiew  with  eager  joy 

To  bear  the  news  to  man. 

Hark!  the  cherubic  armies  shout, 

And  glory  leads  the  song: 
Good  will  and  peace  are  heard  throughout 

Th'  harmonious,  heav'nly  throng. 
45.     C.  M.        Watts. 
Angels''  Song. — Luke  ii.  8 — 14 
"  SHEPHERDS, rejoice; liftupyour  eye&; 

ij  "And  send  your  fears  away; 
"Ne'vs  from  the  region  of  the  skies — 

"Salvation's  born  to-day. 

"Jesus,  the  God,  whom  angels  fear, 
"Comes  dcwn  to  dwell  with  you: 


4S         EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

"To-day  he  makes  his  entrance  here., 
"But  not  as  monarchs  do. 

3  "No  gold,  nor  purple  swaddling  hands, 

"Nor  royal  shining  things; 
"A  manger  for  his  cradle  stands, 
"And  holds  the  King  of  kings! 

4  "Go,  shepherds,  where  the  Infant  lies,, 

"And  see  his  humble  throne; 
"With  teai-s  of  joy  in  all  your  eyes, 
"Go,,  shepherds  kiss  the  Son." 
6  Thus  Gabriel  sang — and  straight  around 
The  heav'nly  armiea  throng: 
They  tune  their  harps  to  lofty  sound, 
And  thus  conclude  the  song: — 

6  "Glory  to  God,  who  reigns  above, 
'     "Let  peace  surround  the  earth; 
"Mortals  shall  know  their  Maker's  loya, 
"At  their  Redeemer's  birth." 
46.         7s. 
Angels'  Song: 

1  JJ[ARK! — the  herald  angels  sing, 
■lit   "Glory  to  the  new-born  Kin<r! 
Peace  on  earth,  and  mercy  mild, 
God  and  sinners  reconcil'd." 

2  Mild,  he  lays  his  glory  by; 
Born,  that  man  no  more  may  die; 
Joyful,  all  ye  nations,  rise, 

Join  the  triumph  of  the  skies. 

3  "Glory  to  the  new-born  King"— - 
Let  us  all  the  anthem  sinff— 

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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.         4? 

V Peace  on  earth  and  mercy  mild, 
God  and  sinners  reconcil'd." 

Repeat. 
47.     P.  M. 
Star  in  the  East. 
p.  "l^TAIL,  thou  blest  morn,  when  the  great' 
XI     Mediator 

Did  from  the  regions  of  glory  descend; 
Shepherds,  go  visit  the  babe  in  the  manger, 
Lo!  for  his  guard  the  bright  angels  attend. 

CHORUS. 

2h*igktest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  mornmgi 
Dawn  on,  our  darkness  and  lend  us  your  aidj 

Star  iri  the  Ecu  t,  the  horizon  adorning, 
Guide  where  our  infant  Redeemer  is  laid. 

2  Cold  was  his  cradle,  the  dew-drops  were 

shining; 
Low  lies  his  head  with  the  beasts  of  the 
stall; 
Angels  adore  him  in  slumbers  reclining, 
Maker,  and  Monarch,  and  Sovereign  of  all. 
Brightest  and  best,  fyc. 

3  Say,  shall  we  yield  him,  in  costly  devotion, 

Odours  from  Eden,  and  ofPrings  divine? 
tjrems  from  the  mountain,  and  pearls  from 
the  ocean, 
Myrrh  from  the  forest  and  gold  from  the 
mine] 

Briglxtest  and  best,  &C. 
Vainly  we  offer  each  ample  oblation, 
Tainly,  with  gold,  we  his  favour  secur^ 


48,49  EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

Richer,  by  far,  is  the  heart's  adoration, 
Dearer  to  God  are  the  prayers  of  the  poor.1 
Brightest  and  best,  &c. 

48.  L.  M.        Medley. 

Christ  the  Root  and  Offspring-  of  David. — Rev. 
xxii.  16. 

1  A  LL  hail,  thou  great  Immanuel! 

/J»    Thy  love,  thy  glory,  who  can  tell?. 
Angels,  and  all  the  heav'nly  host, 
A  re  in  the  boundless  prospect  lost. 

2  Among  a  thousand  forms  of  love, 

In  which  he  shines  and  smiles  above," 
This  with  peculiar  joy  we  view, 
He's  David's  root  and  offspring  too, 

3  There  Jesus,  in  the  glorious  plan, 
Shines,  the  great  God,  the  wond'rous  man! 
As  God,  the  root  of  all  our  bliss, 

As  man,  the  branch  of  righteousness. 
i  All  hail,  thou  dear  redeeming  Lord! 
All  hail,  thou  co-esscntial  word! 
All  hail,  thou  root  and  branch  divine! 
All  hail,  and  be  the  glory  thine! 

49.  L.  M.         Watts. 
God  the  Son  equal  with  the  Father. 

I  "O RIGHT  King  of  glory,  dreadful  God! 

Jty  Our  spirits  bow  before  thy  feel; 

To  thee  we  lift  an  humble  thought, 

And  worship  at  thiue  awful  feet. 

l>  A  thousand  seraphs,  strong  and  brigh£, 

Stand  round  the  glorioivs  Deity; 


EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.         5q 

But  who  amongst  the  sons  of  light. 
Pretends  comparison  with  thee'? 

3  Yet  there  is  one  of  human  frame, 

Jesus  array'd  in  flesh  and  Mood, 
Thinks  it  no  robbery  to  claim 
A  full  equality  with  God. 

4  Their  glory  shines  with  equal  beams, 

Their  essence  is  forever  one, 
Tho*  they  are  known  by  difFrent  names. 
The  Father  God,  and  God  the  Son. 

5  Then  let  the  name  of  Christ  our  King 

With  equal  honours  be  ador'd; 
His  praise  let  ev'ry  angel  ?:  j<r, 
And  all  the  nations  own  the  Lord. 

50.     L.  M.         Watts. 

The  Deity  and  humanity  of  Christ. — Johni.  1, 
3,  14,  and  Col.  1.  16,  andEph.  iii.  9,  10. 

ERE  the  blue  heav'ns  were  stretclrd  abroad, 
From  everlasting  was  the  Word! 
With  Gcd  he  was;  the  T!7ord  was  God, 
And  must  divinely  be  ador'd. 

2  By  his  own  pop,  'r  were  all  things  made, 

By  him  supported  all  things  stand; 
He  is  the  whole    reation's  head, 
And  angels  fly  at  his  comn  and. 

3  Ere  sin  was  born,  or  Satan  fell, 

He  led  the  host  of  morning  stars; 
(His  generation  who  can  tell, 

Or  count  the  number  of  hi3  yearsl) 

46 


St         EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

4  Butlo!  he  leaves  those  heavenly  forms, 

The  word  descends,  and  dwells  in  clay, 
That  he  may  converse  hold  with  worms, 
Dress'd  in  such  feeble  flesh  as  they. 

5  Mortals  with  joy  heboid  his  face: 

Th' eternal  Father's  only  Son; 
How  full  of  truth!  how  full  of  grace! 

When  thro'  his  eyes  the  Godhead  shone! 

6  Archangels  leave  their  high  abode, 

To  learn  newrnyst'ries  here,  and  tell 
The  love  of  our  descending  God, 
The  glories  of  Immanuel! 

51.     L.  M.        Tappan. 

Gelhsemane. 

1  rjniS  midnight — and  on  Olive's  brow, 

JL    The  star  is  dimm'd  that  lately  shone 
'Tis  midnight — in  the  garden  now, 
The  suff'ring  Saviour  prays  alone. 

2  'Tis  midnight — and  from  all  remov'd, 

Immanuel  wrestles  'lone,  with  fears; 
E'en  the  disciple  that  helov'd 

Heeds  not  his  Master's  grief  and  tears. 

3  'Tis  midnight — and  for  others'  guilt 

The  man  of  sorrows  weeps  in  blood; 
Yet  he  that  hath  in  anguish  knelt, 
Is  not  forsaken  by  his  Goc1.. 

4  'Tis  midnight — and  from  ether  plains, 

Is  borne  the  song  that  angels  know; 
Unheard  by  mortals  are  the  strains 
That  sweetly  soothe  the  Savictr's  woe$. 
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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.  52,53 
52.     L.  P.  M. 

I  f\  LOVE  divine,  what  hast  thou  done! 
^J  The  Lord  of  life  hath  died  for  me! 
The  Father's  co-eternal  Son 

Bore  all  my  sins  upon  the  tree; 
Th' incarnate  God  forme  hath  died, 
1  he  Lord,  my  love,  was  crucified. 

2  Sinners,  behold,  as  ye  pass  by, 

The  bleeding  Prince  of  life  and  peace; 
Come  sinners,  see  your  Saviour  die, 

And  say,  was  ever  grief  like  his? 
Come,  feel  with  me  his  blood  apply'd^ 
The  Lord,  my  love,  was  crucified: 

3  Is  crucified  for  you  and  me, 

To  bring  us,  rebels,  back  to  God; 
Salvation  now  for  us  is  free; 

His  church  is  pnrchas'd  with  his  blood* 
Pardon  and  life  llow  from  his  side; 
The  Lord,  my  love  is  crucified. 

4  Then  let  us  sit  beneath  his  cross, 

And  gladly  catch  the  healing  stream; 
All  things  for  him  account  but  dross, 
And  give  up  all  our  hearts  to  him; 
Of  nothing  speak,  or  think  beside. 
The  Lord,  my  love,  was  crucified. 
53.     C.  M.         Stennett. 
I   T'ONBER— amazing  sight— I  see 
X     Th'  incarnate  Son  of  God, 
Expiring  on  th'  accursed  tree, 
And  welt'ring  in  his  bleed. 


54         EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

2  Behold  the  purple  torrent  run 

Down  from  his  hands  and  head: 
The  crimson  tide  puts  out  the  sun; 
His  groans  awake  the  dead. 

3  The  trembling  earth,  the  darkcn'd  sky, 

Proclaim  the  truth  aloud; 
And  with  th'  amaz'd  centurion  cry, 
"This  is  the  Son  of  God."   * 

4  So  great,  so  vast  a  sacrifice 

May  well  my  hope  revive; 
If  God's  own  Son  thus  bleeds  and  dies^ 
The  sinner  sure  may  live. 

54.     8,  7,  4.         F. 
//  is  finished. — John  xix.  30. 
1  TTJTARK!  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy! 
JLJL  Sounds  aloud  from  Calvary; 
See,  it  rends  the  rocks  assunder — 
Shakes  the  earth  and  veils  the  sky! 

"It  is  finish'd!" 
Hear  the  Saviour — dying — cry. 

£  It  is  finished! — Oh,  what  pleasure 
Do  these  precious  words  afford! 
Heav'nly  blessings  without  measure, 
Flow  to  us  from  Christ,  the  Lord:  . 

It  is  finish'd! — 
Saints,  the  dying  words  record. 
%  Finish "d — all  the  types  and  shadows 
Of  the  ceremonial  law; 
Finish 'd — all  that  God  hath  promis'd; 
Death  and  hell  so  more  shall  aw«r 
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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.  55 

It  is  finish'dl — 
Saints,  from  hence  your  comforts  draw. 
1  Tune  your  harps  anew,  ye  seraphs, — 
Join  to  sing  the  pleasing  theme; 
All  on  earth,  and  all  in  heaven, 
Join  to  praise  ImmanuePs  name: 

Hallelujah! 
Glory  to  the  bleeding  Lamb! 
55.     L.  M.         Watts. 
Hying,  rising  and  reigning. 

1  ITl-rE  dies! — the  Friend  of  sinners  dies! 
JlJL  Lo!  Salem's  daughters  weep  around! 
A  solemn  darkness  veils  the  skies! 

A  sudden  trembling  shakes  the  ground. 

2  Come,  saint3  and  drop  a  tear  or  two, 

For  him  who  groan'd  beneath  your  load^ 
He  shed  a  thousand  drops  for  you — 
A  thousand  drops  of  richer  blocd. 

3  Here's  love  and  grief  beyond  degree — 

•  The  Lord  of  glory  dies  for  men! 

Eut  lo!  what  sudden  joys  we  see! 

Jesus,  the  dead — revives  again! 

4  The  rising  God  forsakes  the  tomb! 
Up  to  his  Father's  court  he  flies! 

Cherubic  legions  guard  him  home, 
And  shout  him  welcome  to  the  skies! 

Break  off  your  tears,  ye  saints,  and  tell 
How  high  our  great  Deliv'rer  reigns; 

Sing,  how  he  spoil'd  the  hosts  of  hell, 
And  led  the  tyrant,  death — in  chains. 
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56         EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

6  Say,  "Live  forever  glorious  King, 

"Bora  to  redeem,  and  strong  to  save!'* 
Then  ask — "O  death,  where  is  thy  sting? 
And  where  thy  victory,  boasting  grave?" 

56.     7s.         Collyer. 

1  Pj!pO  the  cross  where  Jesus  dies, 

*.    Where  n;y  Lord  resigns  his  breath; 
Where  affliction  veils  his  eyes, 

Swimming  in  the,  tears  of  death: 
Thither  bringing  all  my  guilt, 
From  avenging  wrath  I  llee, 
To  the  blood  of  sprinkling  spilt— 
Spilt  to  set  the  sinner  free. 

"i  'Mid  convulsive  agonies, 

Peace  his  quivering  lips  impart; 
Pardon  seal'd  by  broken  sighs 

Issuing  from  a  bursting  heart; 
Let  me  feel  this  healing  power. 

Let  this  harden'd  heart  of  stone 
Melt  beneath  the  purple  shower, 

From  his  body  trickling  down. 

3  On  those  temples,  crown'd  with  thprns, 
Suff'ring  majesty  appears; 
Love  that  dying  face  adorns, 

Stain'd  with  blood  and  soil'd  with  tears; 
Pierce  the  shadows  of  the  heart, 

With  the  light'ning  of  that  eye; 
Smiles  of  peace  to  me  impart, 
Let  me  feel,  ®r  I  jpttst  <$£[ 
50 


8 


EVANGELICAL  HYUfNS. 
57.     P-  M. 
Crucifixion. 


l^J  Saw  ye  my  Saviour  and  God? 
He  died  on  Calvary,  to  atone  for  you  and  me, 
And  to  purchase  our  pardon  with  blood. 

He  was  extended,  he  was  extended, 

Shamefully  naii'd  to  the  cross; 
He  bow'd  his  head  and  died:  ihus  my  Lord 
was  crucified, 

To  atone  for  a  world  that  was  lost* 
Three  dreadful  hours,  three  dreadful  hours. 

Three  dreadful  hours  in  pain,        [Divine, 
The  sun  refused  to  shine,  when  the  Majesty 

Was  derided,  insulted,  and  slain. 
Darkness  prevailed,  darkness  prevailed, 

Darkness  prevaiPd  o'er  the  land; 
The  solid  rocks  were  rent,  through  creation's 
vast  ex  lent, 

When  the  Jews  crucified  the  God  Man! 
When  it  was  finish'd,  when  it  was  finish'd, 

And  the  atonement  was  made, 
He  was  taken  by  the  great,  and  embalm'd 
in  spices  sweet, 

And  was  in  anew  sepulchre  laid, 
Hail,  mighty  Saviour!  hail,  mighty  Saviour! 

Author  and  Prince  of  all  Peace! 
He  burst  the  bands  of  death,  and  triumphan' 
from  the  earth 

He.  ascended  to  mansions  of  bliss. 

si 


58  EVANGELICAL  HYMNS: 

7  There  interceding,  there  interceding, 
Pleading-  that  sinners  might  live; 
paying-,  ''Father,  1  have  died,  here  beh 
my  hands  and  side. 
To  redeem  them,  1  pray  thee  forgive. 

S  "I  will  forgive  them,  I  will  forgive  them 
When  they  repent  and  believe; 
Let  them  now  return  to  me,  and  be  reci 
cil'd  to  thee, 
And  salvation  they  all  shall  receive." 

58.     7s.         Gibeoivs. 
Resurrection. 

1  A  NGELS!  roll  the  rock  away! 

x\    Death!  yield  up  the  mighty  prey; 
See!  he  rises  from  the  tomb, 
Glowing  with  immortal  bloom. 

2  'Tis  the  Saviour!  angels,  raise 
Fame's  eternal  trump  of  pj-aist;: 
Let  the  earth's  remotest  bound 
Hear  the  joy-inspiring  sound. 

3  Now,  ye  saints,  lift  up  your  eyes! 
Now  to  glory  see  him  rise, 

In  long  triumph,  up  the  sky — 
Up  to  waiting  worlds  on  high. 

4  Praise  him,  all  he  heavenly  choirs! 
Praise,  and  sweep  your  golden  lyres! 
Shout,  O -earth,  in  rapt'rous  song! 
Let  the  strains  be  sweet  and  strong! 

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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.  5^  GO 

59.     C.  M. 

r/i£  Lord  is  risen  indeed. — Luke  xxiv.  34. 

BEHOLD  my  Saviour  and  ray  King! 
From  death's  dominion  freed ; 
Break  out  my  voice  and  joyful  sing, 
"The  Lord,  is  risen  indeed!" 

3e  spoil'd  the  power  of  sin  and  hell,' 

And  though,he  once  did  bleed, 
N"ow,  O  my  soul!   exulting- tell, 

"The  Lord  is  risen  indeed!" 
?or  men,  thro1  sin,  condemn 'd  to  die, 

In  heav'ii  he  lives  to  plead: 
rhen  raise  your  songs  of  triumph  high, 

"The  Lord  is  risen  indeed!" 
Trust  him,  rny  soul,  nor  doubt  his  grace,. 

For  thee  he'll  intercede, 
^nd  siog  to  his  exalted  praise, 

"The  Lord  is  risen  indeed!" 

60.     C.  M.         Collyjeiu 
Luke  xxiv.  50,  51. 

[T  is  the  voice  of  love  diyine, 
That  strikes  the  list'ning  ear, 
That  soothes  his  mourning  follower's  grief. 
And  wipes  the  falling  tear: 

^Because  I  leave  this  world' — he  cries, 

'Your  weeping  eyes  o'erllow, 

uttho'  I  seek  ray  native  skies, 

My  heart  remains  below.' 
My  Spirit  shall  descend,  and  rest 

If  pon  each  faithful  head, 

A* 


61         EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

Till  I,  your  Lord,  return  to  call 
My  servants  from  the  dead.' 

4  He  said — and  lifting  up  his  hand?, 

Pronounc'd  his  parting-  praver: 
When  lo,  a  bright  descending  cloud 
Convey'd  him  thro'  the  air.' 

5  With  solemn  awe  his  followers  view'd 

The  splendor  of  the  scene, 
While  the  unfolding  gates  of  light 
Receiv'd  the  Saviour  in. 

6  Burning  with  holy  zeal,  they  spread, 

Tro'  distant  lands,  his  wrord; 
And  we,  like  them,  with  faith  and  joy 
Expect  our  risen  Lord. 

61.     L.  M.         Steele. 
Intercessor. — Heb.  vii.  25. 

1  TOTE  lives,  the  great  Redeemer  lives; 
JUL  What  joy  the  bless'd  assurance-gives 
And  now  before  his  Father  God, 
Pleads  the  full  merits  of  his  blood. 

2  Repeated  crimes  awakes  our  fears, 
And  justice,  arm'dwith  frowns,  appears; 
But  in  the  Saviour's  lovely  face. 
Sweet  mercy  smiles,  and  ail  is  peace. 

3  Hence,  then,  ye  black,  despairing. thuugMr, 
Above  our  fears,  above  our  faults, 

His  fiow'rful  intercessions  rise, 
And  guilt  recedes,  and  terror  dies. 

4  In  every  dark,  distressful  hour, 
When  sin  and  satan  join  their  pow  V 

54 


EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.         &$ 

Let  this  dear  hope  repel  the  dart^ 
That  Jesus  bears  us  on  his  heart. 

&  Great  Advocate,  Almighty  Friend! 
On  him  our  humble  hopes  depend! 
Our  cause  can  never,  never  fail, 
For  Jesus  pleads  and  must  prevail. 
62.     C.  M.         Duncan. 
Coronation. — Cant.  iii.  11. 

1  A  LL  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  naro^l 
-£^-  Let  angels  prostrate  fall; 

Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 
And  crown  him — Lord  of  all. 

2  Crown  him,  ye  martyrs  of  our  God*, 

Who  from  his  altar  call, 
Extol  the  stem  of  Jesse's  rod, 
And  crown  him — Lord  of  all. 

3  Hail  him,  ye  heirs  of  David's  line, 

Whom  David,  Lord  did  call; 
The  God  incarnate!  Man  Divine! 
And  crown  him — Lord  cf  all. 
i  Ye  chosen  seed  of  Israel's  race, 
Ye  ransom 'd  from  the  fall, 
Hail  him  who  saves  you  by  his  graoe,^ 
And  crown  him — Lord  of  all. 
r  Sinners,  whose  love  can  ne'er  forget 
The  wormwood  and  the  gall, 
Go,  spread  your  trophies  at  his  fee^ 
And  crown  him — Lord  of  all. 
5  Let  every  kindred,  every  tribe, 
On  this  terrestrial  ball, 


63,  64  EVANGELICAL  HYMNS, 

To  him  all  majesty  ascribe, 
And  crown  him — Lord  of  all. 
63.     7s.         Montgomery. 
Rev.  xiv.2,  3. 
"ARK!  the  song  of  Jubilee, 
Loud  as  mighty  thunders  roaK, 
Or  the  fulness  of  the  sea, 

When  it  breaks  upon  the  shore — 
Hallelujah!  for  the  Lord 

God  omnipotent  shall  reign; 
.Hallelujah!  let  the  word 

Echo  round  the  earth  and  main. 
%  Hallelujah!  hark!  the  sound, 

From  the  depth  unto  the  skies, 
Wakes  above,  beneath,  around, 

All  creation's  harmonies: — 
See  Jehovah's  banner  furl'd, 

Sheath'd  his  sword:  bespeaks:  'tisdone^- 
And  the  kingsdoms  of  this  world 
Ar'e  the  kingdoms  of  his  Son. 
3  He  shall  reign  from  pole  to  pole 
With  illimitable  sway: 
He  shall  reign,  when  like  a  scroll, 

Yonder  heav'ns  have  passed  away: — 
Then  the  end; — beneath  his  rod, 

Man's  last  enemy  shall  fall; 
Hallelujah!  Christ  in  God, 
God  in  Christ,  is  all  in  all. 

64.     L.  M.         Nkdham, 
Messiah. — Gen.xlix.10.  Dan.ix.26.  Hag.ii.9. 
1  g~^\  LORY  to  God,  who  reigns  above,    . 
\X  Who  dwells  in  light,  whose  name  is  loYei 
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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.  65 

Ye  saints  and  angels,  if  ye  can, 
Declare  the  love  of  God  to  man! 

2  O,  what  can  more  his  love  commend, 
Than  Ms  dear  only  Son  to  send] 

That  man,  condemn'd  to  die  might  live, 
And  God  he  glorious  to  forgive! 

3  We  see  the  prophecies  fulfill'd 

In  Jesus,  that  most  rond'rous  child: 
His  birth,  his  life,  his  death,  combine 
To  prove  his  character  divine. 

4  Jesus,  thy  gospel  firmly  stands, 

A  blessing  to  these  favour'd  lands; 
No  infidel  shall  be  cur  dread, 
•Since  thou  art  rnen  from  the  dead. 
65.     C.  V. 
Atonement  and  Sanciif.cation. 

C"^  OD's  sovereign  grace  has  found  the  means, 
~W  Which  shall  effectual  prove, 
To  cleanse  us  from  our  countless  sins, 

And  teach  our  hearts  to  love. 
Z  Jesus  for  us  a  ransom  paid, 
And  died  that  we  might  live; 
His  blood  a  full  atonement  made, 
And  cried  aloud,  forgive. 

3  Yet  one  thing  more  must  grace  provide, 

To  bring  us  home  to  God; 
Or  we  shall  slight  the  Lord  who  died, 
And  trample  on  his  blood. 

4  The  Holy  Spirit  must  reveal 

The  Saviour's  work  and  worth: 

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66,67  EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

Then  the  hard  heart  begins  to  feel 
A  new  and  heav'nly  birth. 
S  Thus  boaght  with  blood,  and  born  again, 
Redeeia'd  and  sav'd  by  grace; 
Rebels,  in  God's  own  house,  obtain 
A  son's  and  daughter's  place. 

66.  C.  M. 
Complete  Saltation. — Psalm  xxxv.  3. 

1  Q  ALVATION  thro'  my  dying  God 
K^  la  finish M  and  complete, 

He  paid  whate'erhis  people  ow'd, 
And  cancell'd  all  their  debt. 

2  Salvation!  O  melodious  sound 

To  wretched,  dying  men! 
Salvation  that  from  God  proceeds,, 
And  leads  to  God  again. 

3  Salvation  now  shall  be  my  stay; 

"A  sinner  sav'd,"  I'll  ory; 
Then  gladly  quit  this  mortal  clay, 
For  better  joys  on  hig-h. 

4  Salvation  to  sweetharpsof  gold, 

My  raptur'd  soul  shall  sLig, 
And  strike,  while  endless  ages  roll, 
The  ever  tuneful  string. 

67.  8b. 

God  is  my  Salvation. — Jonah  ii.  9. 
1  ^jALVATION,how  precious  the  sound, 
►^  To  sinners  who  see  themselves  lost; 
To  Jesus  their  praises  redound, 
In  Jesua  they  triumph  a*d  boast. 
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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

2  Salvation  is  fimsh'd  and  done, 

Salvation  is  scv'reign  and  free; 
Salvation  by  God's  equal  Son, 
My  joy  and  rejoicing'  shall  be. 

3  Salvation  is  only  of  God, 

To  him  all  the  praises  are  due; 
Ye  saints,  spread  his  honours  abroad, 
Who  finished  salvation  for  you. 

4  Soon  shall  we  behold  him  above, 

Forever  to  sound  his  dear  name; 

To  sing  the  sweet  song  of  his  love, 

Salvation  to  God  and  the  Lamb. 

68.     P.  M.         Godwin, 
Christ  Crucified. — Join  xix.  30. 
i  IS  this  my  Jesus,  this  my  God, 
J3    Whose  body,  all  o'er  stain'd  with  blood 

H  tings  on  th'  accursed  tree? 
Who  bows  his  head,  oppress'd  with  pain; 
But  'midst  it  all  doth  not  complain] 
Yes,  O  my  soul,  'tis  he! 
i$  Is  this  my  Saviour,  this  my  Lord, 

Yv'hcse  feet  and  hands  with  nails  are  bor'd., 

And  fasteird  to  the  tree; 
Whose  sacred  head  with  thorns  is  crowir 
Whose  pierced  side  receives  the  wound! 
Yes,  O  my  soul,  'tis  he! 
3  Is  this  my  bleeding1  sacrifice, 

Who  bows  his  Lead,  and  calmly  dies, 
High  lifted  on  the  tree; 

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59,  70  EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

Unknown  by  Gentiles,  scofF'd  by  Jews, 
Whom  almost  all  mankind  refuse] 
Yes,  O  my  soul,  'tis  he! 
I  And  shall  my  soul  again  forget 
His  love  so  free,  immensely  great? 

Oh! — never  let  it  be! 
But  let  me  always  see  the  Lamb, 
I   And  truly  praise  his  gracious  name 
To  all  eternity! 

69.  8,  7.         Robinson. 
Silling  at  Jesus' feel. 

SWEET  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing. 
Which  before  the  cross  I  spend; 
Life,  and  health,  and  peace  possessing, 

From  the  sinner's  dying  Friend; 
Love  and  grief  my  heart  dividing, 

With  my  tears  his  feet  I'd  bathe; 
Constant  still  in  faith  abiding, 

Life  deriving  from  his  death. 
Truly  blessed  is  this  station — 

Low  before  his  cross  I'll  lie; 
While  I  see  divine  compassion 

Floating  in  his  languid  eye; 
Here  I'll  sit — forever  viewing 

Mercy  streaming  in  his  blood: 
Precious  drops,  my  soul  bedewing, 

Plead  and  claim  my  peace  with  God. 

70.  C.  M.         Cowper. 

Vit  Fountain  of  Christ's  Blood. — 1  John  i.  ' 

THERE  is  a  fountain  fill'd  with  blood, 
Drawn  from  Emmanuel's  veins; 


EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.         71 

4nd  sinners  washed  in  that  flood, 
Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 

2  The  dying  thief  rejoic'd  to  see 

That  fountain  in  his  day; 
And  there  may  I,  as  vile  as  he, 
Wash  all  my  sins  away. 

3  Dear  dying  Lamb,  thy  precious  blood 

Shall  never  lose  its  pow'r, 
Till  all  the  ransom 'd  church  of  God 
Be  sav'd  to  sin  no  more. 

4  E'er  since  by  faith  I  saw  the  stream 

Thy  flowing  wounds  supply, 
Redeeming  love  lias  been  my  theme, 
And  shall  be  till  I  die. 

5  Then  iR  a  nobler,  sweeter  song, 

I'll  sing  thy  pow'r  to  save; 
When  this  poor  lisping,  stamm'ring  tongue 
Lies  silent  in  the  grave. 
S  For  ever  his  dear  sacred  name 
Shall  dwell  upon  my  tongue. 
And  Jesus  and  salvation  be 
The  close  of  ev'ry  song. 

?1.     C.  M.         Newton. 
Faith's  Review  and  Expectation. 

1  A  MAZING  grace!  (how  sweet  the  soun( 
^\   That  sav'd  a  wretch  like  me! 
I  once  was  lost,  but  now  am  found, 

Was  blind,  but  now  I  see. 

2  *Twas  grace  that  taught  my  heart  to  feat> 

And  jjrace  my  fears  reliey'd; 

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*72         EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

How  precious  did  that  grace  appear. 
The  hour  I  first  believ'd! 

,3  Thro'  many  dangers,  toils,  and  snares, 
I  have  already  come; 
'Tis  grace  that  brought  me  safe  thus  far, 
And  grace  will  lead  me  home. 

4  The  Lord  has  promis'd  good  to  me, 
His  word  my  hope  secures; 
He  will  my  shield  and  portion  be, 
As  long  as  life  endures. 
(b  Yes,  when  this  flesh  and  heart  shall  fail, 
And  mortal  life  shall  cease; 
I  shall  possess,  within  the  veil, 
A  life  of  joy  and  peace. 
.  6  The  earth  shall  soon  dissolve  like  snow, 
The  sun  forbear  to  shine; 
But  God  who  calPd  me  here  below, 
Will  be  for  ever  mine. 

72.     L.  M.         B . 

Friend  of  Sinners. — Luke  vii.  34. 

1  TESUS, th'  incarnate  God  of  love, 
t7    Rules  all  the  shining  worlds  above; 
And  tho'  his  name  the  heav'ns  transcend. 
Yet  he  is  still  the  sinner's  friend. 

2  Before  the  rolling  skies  were  made, 
Or  nature's  deep  foundations  laid, 
He  saw  our  fall,  and  did  intend 

^    To  shew  himself  the  sinner's  friend. 
i  Behold,  the  condescending  God 
N  Awhile  forsakes  liis  bright  abode*. 
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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.         73 

To  our  mean  world  see  him  descend, 
And  groan  and  die  the  sinner's  friend. 

4  When  the  appointed  hour  was  come, 
He  burst  the  barriers  of  the  tomb; 
Then  to  the  skies  he  did  ascend, 
Where  still  he  lives  the  sinner's  friend. 

5  Ye  mourning  souls,  to  Jesus  come — 
Cast  off  despair,  there  yet  is  room; 

To  his  dear  hands  your  cause  commend, 
Who  only  is  the  sinner's  friend. 
13.    L.  M.        Newton. 
Is  th  is  thy  kindness  to  thy  friend? — 2  Sam.  xvi.  17. 

1  'OOOIl,  weak,  and  worthless  though  I  am, 
JL      I  have  a  rich  almighty  friend; 
Jesus,  the  Saviour,  is  his  name; 

lie  freely  loves,  and  without  end. 

2  He  rausom'd  me  from  hell  with  blood, 

And  by  his  power  my  foes  controll'd; 
He  found  me,  wand'ring  far  from  God, 
And  brought  me  to  his  chosen  fold 

3  Pie  cheers  my  heart,  my  wants  supplies, 

And  says  that  I  shall  shortly  be 

Enthron'd  with  him  above  the  skies; 

O,  what  a  friend  is  Christ  to  inc! 

4  But  ah!    my  inmost  spirit  mourns, 

And  well  my  eyes  with  tears  may  swim,. 
To  think  of  my  perverse  returns; 
I've  been  a  faithless  friend  to  him. 

5  Often  my  gracious  friend  I  grieve, 

Neglect,  ctistrast,  and  disobey; 

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74         EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

And  often  Satan's  lies  believe, 

Sooner  than  what  my  Mend  can  say. 

6  He  bids  me  always  freely  come, 

And  promises  whate'er  I  ask; 
But  I  am  strait'ned,  cold  and  dumb, 
And  count  my  privilege  a  task. 

7  Before  the  world,  that  hates  his  cause, 

My  treach'rous  heart  has  throbb'd  with 
shame, 
Loth  to  forego  the  world's  applause, 
I  hardly  dare  avow  his  name. 

8  Sure,  were  not  I  most  vile  and  base, ' 

I  could  not  thus  my  friend  requite; 
And  were  not  he  the  God  of  grace, 

He'd  frown  and  spurn  me  from  his  sight 

74.     7s.         CowrER. 
Refuge  from  the  s/onrc. — Deut.  xxxiii.  27. 
1  TESUS,  lover  of  my  soul, 
*J    Let  me  to  thy  bosom  fly; 
While  the  billows  near  me  roll, 

"While  the  tempest  still  is  high! 
Hide  me,  O  my  Saviour,  hide, 
Till  the  storm  of  life  is  past; 
Safe  into  the  haven  guide; 
O  receive  my  soul  at  last! 
2  Other  refuge  have  I  none; 

Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  thee, 
Leave,  ah!  leave  me  not  alone- 
Still  support  and  c«nef# rt  wftl 
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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.         75 

All  my  trust  on  thee  is  stay'd; 

All  my  help  from  thee  I  bring1; 
Cover  my  defenceless  head 

With  the  shadow  of  thy  wing. 

3  Thou,  O  Christ,  art  all  I  want; 

Boundless  love  in  thee  I  find; 
Raise  the  fallen,  cheer  the  faint, 

Heal  the  sick  and  lead  the  blind. 
Just  and  holy  is  thy  name, 

I  am  all  unrighteousness; 
Vile  and  full  of  sin  I  am — 

Thou  art  full  of  truth  and  grace, 

4  Plenteous  grace  with  thee  is  found- 

Grace  to  pardon  all  my  sin; 

Let  the  healing  streams  abound; 
Let  me  feel  them  flow  withic. 

Thou  of  life  the  fountain  art; 
Freely  let  me  take  of  thee; 

Spring  thou  up  within  my  hear  te- 
niae to  all  eternity! 

75.     lis.         Bennett. 

Lead  me  to  the  Rock  that  is  higher  than  I. 

Psalm  lxi.  2. 

CONVINC'D  as  a  sinner,  to  Jesus  I  come, 
Inform'd  by  the  gospel  for  such  there  is 
room; 
O'erwhelmed  with  sorrow  for  sin  will  I  cry, 
Lead  me  to  the  rock  that  is  higher  than  I! 
2  When  tempted  by  satan  my  Saviour  to  leave 
Who  set?  forth  religion -as  meant  to  dece; m 
E  65 


75         EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

1*11  claim  my  relation  to  Jesus  on  high — 
Th»  rock  of  salvation  that's  higher  than  i! 

3  When  God  from  my  soul  shall  his  presenc»| 

remove, 
To  try  T>y  his  absence  the  strength  of  my  love; 
I'll  rest  on  the  promise  of  Jesus,  and  try 
The  force  of  that  rock  which  is  higher  than  1 1 

4  "When  sorely  afflicted,  and  ready  to  faint, 
Before  my  Redeemer  I'll  spread  my  complaint 
'Midst  storms  and  distresses  my  soul  shall  rel  j 
On  Jesus,  the  rock  that  is  higher  than  1! 

5  When  weak  and  encompass'd  with  number- 

less foes , 
Attempting  my  happiness  here  to  oppose, 
I'll  look  to  the  Savioui  of  sinners,  and  cry, 
Lead  me  to  the  rock  that  is  higher  than  I! 

6  When  I  my  poor  feelings  with  others  compare' 
And  learn  iron)  rejection  what  mercies  I  sjaare* 

My  backsliding  heart  is  constraint  to  reply, 
Lead  mc  to  the  rock  that  is'higher  than  V. 

7  When  judgments,  O  Loid,  are  abrcad  in  the 

land, 
And  merited  vengeance  descends  from  thy 

hand ! 
O'erwhelnrd  with  the  sight, for  protection  Til 

fly 
And  hide  in  the  rock  that  is  higher  thrm  1! 

8  When  summon'd  by  death  feci  Le  2p- 

pear> 
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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.         76 

Thy  free  grace  supporting-,  I'll  yield  without 

fear! 
Most  gladly  I'll  venture  with  Jesus  on  high, 
To  enter  the  rock  that  is  higher  than  I! 
9  'Tis  there,  with  the  chosen  of  Jesus,  I  long 
To  dwell,  and  eternally  join  in  the  song 
Of  praising  and  blessing,  with  angels  on  high, 
Christ  Jesus,  the  rock  that  is  higher  than  II 

76.     lis.         Kennady. 
Precious  Promises. — Isa.  xli.  10.  2  Peter  i.  4. 

HOW  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the  Lord, 
Is  laid  for  your  hope  in  his  excellent  word , 
What  more  can  he  say,  than  to  you  he  hath  said.- 
You,  who  unto  Jesus  for  refuge  have  fled. 

In  every  condition,  in  sickness,  in  health, 
In  poverty's  vale,  or  abounding  in  wealth; 
At  home  and  abroad,  on  the  land,  on  the  sea', 
A.s  thy  days  may  demand,  shall  thy  strength  ev- 
er be. 

5  "Fearnot,Iamwiththee,Obenotdi3may'd, 
I,  I  am  thy  Gcd,  and  will  still  give  thee  aid; 
I'll  strengthen  thee,  help  thee,  and  cause  thee 

to  stand, 
Upheld  by  my  righteous,  omnipotent  hand. 

4  When  thro'  the  deep  waters  I  call  thee  to  go, 
The  rivers  of  sorrow  shall  not  overflow; 

For  I  will  be  with  thee  thy  troubles  to  bless, 
And  sanctify  to  thee  thy  deepest  distress. 

5  When  thro'  fiery  trials  thy  path-way  shalllie, 
Mv  grace  all-sufficient  shall  be  thy  supply; 

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77         EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

The  flame  shall  not  hurt  thee — I  only  design 
Thy  dross  \o  consume,  and  thy  gold  to  refine. 
€  E'en  down  to  old  age,  all  my  people  shall  prov 
My  sov'reign,  eternal,  unchangeable  love; 
And  when  hoary  hairs  shall  their  temples  adorn 
Like  lambs  they  shall  still  in  my  bosom   b< 

borne. 

7  The  soul  that  on  Jesus  hath  lean'dfor  repose 
I  will  not,  I  cannot,  desert  to  his  foes; 
That  soul,  tho'  all  hell  sheuld  endeavor  to  shake 
I'll  never,  no  never,  no  never  forsake." 


/ 1 


L.  M. 


Treasure. — Prov.  xxi.  20. 

1  "H~ESUS  is  all  I  wish  or  want; 

%J    For  him  I  pray,  I  thirst,  I  pant, 
Let  others  after  earth  aspire; 
Christ  is  the  treasure  I  desire. 

2  PoEse&s'd  of  him,  I  wish  no  more, 
He  is  an  all-sufncient  store; 

To  praise  him  all  my  pow'rs conspire: 
Christ  is  the  treasure  I  desire. 

3  If  he  his  smiling  face  but  hide, 
My  soul  no  comfort  has  beside; 
Dislress'd,  I  after  him  inquiro; 
Christ  is  the  treasure  I  desire, 

4  Come,  humble  souls,  anxi  view  his  charm: 
Take  refuge  in  his  saving  arms; 

And  sing,  while  you  his  worth  admire, 
Otorist  is  the  treasure  I  desire. 
6Q 


EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.         78 
78.     L.  M.        Ceknick. 

Christ  the   Way  to  the  Heavenly  Canaan,— 
John  xiv.  6. 

I    TESUS,  my  all,  to  heav'n  is  gone; 
t/    He  whom  I  fix  my  hopes  upon; 
His  track  I  see,  and  I'll  pursue 
The  narrow  way,  till  him  I  view. 

The  way  the  holy  prophets  went, 
The  road  that  leads  from  banishment, 
The  king's  highway  of  holiness 
I'll  go,  for  all  his  paths  are  peace, 

I  This  is  the  way  I  long  have  sought, 
And  mourn'd  because  I  found  it  not; 
My  grief,  my  burden  long  has  been, 
Because  I  could  not  cease  from  sin. 

I  The  more  I  strove  against  its  pow'r, 
I  sinn'd  and  stumbled  but  the  more; 
Till  late  I  heard  my  Saviour  say, 
"Come  hither  soul,  I  am  the  way." 

Lo!  glad  I  come,  and  thou,  blest  Lamb, 
Shalt  take  me  to  thee  as  I  am; 
Nothing  but  sin  I  thee  can  give, 
Nothing  but  love  shall  I  receive. 

Then  will  I  tell  to  sinners  round, 
What  a  dear  Saviour  I  have  found; 
I'll  point  to  thy  redeeming  blood, 
And  say,  -'Behold  the  way  to  Gcd." 

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79,  80   EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

79.     L.  M. 
>  The  Good  old  Way.—Jer.  vi.  16. 

1  ¥  NQUIRING  souls,  who  long  to  find 
X  Pardon  of  sin  and  peace  of  mind, 
Attend  the  voice  of  God  to-day, 
Who  bids  you  seek  the  good  old  way. 

2  The  righteousness,  th'  atoning  blood 
Of  Jesus,  is  the  way  to  God; 

O,  may  you  then  no  longer  stay, 
But  walk  in  Christ,  the  good  old  way. 

3  The  prophets,' and  apostles  too, 
Pursu'd  this  path  while  here  below; 
Then  let  not  fear  your  soul  dismay, 
But  come  to  Christ,  the  good  old  way. 

4  With  cautious  zeal  and  holy  care, 
la  this  dear  way  I'll  persevere; 
Nor  doubt  to  meet,  another  day, 
Where  Jesus  is,  the  good  old  way. 

80.     L.     M.        Gregg. 
Not  ashamed  of  Christ. — Markviii.  38. 

1  T  ESUS!  and  shall  it  ever  be, 

tJ    A  mortal  man  asham'd  of  thee! 
^  Asham'd  of  thee,  whom  angels  praise, 
Whose  glories  shine  through  endless  days. 

2  Asham'd  of  Jesus',  sooner  far 
Let  evening  blush  to  own  a  star; 
He  sheds  the  beams  of  light  divine, 
O'er  thit  benighted  soul  of  mine. 

3  Asham'd  of  Jesus!  just  as  soon 
Xiet  midnight  be  asham'd  of  noon; 

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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS,         8* 

;Tis  midnight  frith  my  soul,  till  he, 
Bright  morning  star!  bid  darkness  flee* 

Asham'd  of  Jesus!  that  dear  friend, 
On  whom  my  hopes  of  heaven  depend! 
No!  when  I  blush,  be  this  my  shame. 
That  I  no  more  revere  his  name. 
Asham'd  of  Jesus!  Yes,  I  may, 
When  I've  no  guilt  to  wash  away, 
No  tear  to  wipe,  no  good  to  crave, 
No  fears  to  quell,  no  soul  to  save. 
'Till  then — nor  is  my  boasting  vain— 
'Till  then  1  boast  a  Saviour  slain! 
And  O,  may  this  my  glory  be, 
That  Christ  is  not  asham'd  of  me. 

81.     C.  M.         Fellows. 

AV  ashamed  of  Jesus. — Rem.  i.  16.  2  Tim»  i. 

12. 

1  "TkEAR  Lord,  and  will  thy  pard'ning  love 
JLr   Embrace  a  wretch  so  vile! 
Wilt  thou  my  load  of  guilt  remove* 
And  bless  me  with  thy  smile! 

Hast  thou  the  cross  for  me  endur'd, 

And  suffer'd  all  my  shame? 
And  shall  I  be  asham'd,  O  Lord, 

To  own  thy  precious  name? 

No,  Lord,  I'm  not  asham'd  of  thee, 

Nor  of  thy  cause  on  earth! 
O  do  not  be  asham'd  of  mo, 

When  I  resign  my  breath. 


82         EVANGELICAL  HYMNS, 

4  Be  thou  my  shield,  be  thou  my  sun; 
O  guide  me  all  my  days; 
And  let  my  feet  with  joy  run  on 
In  thy  delightful  ways. 

82.     C.    M.        Watts. 
Holy  fortitude. — 1  Cor.  xvi.  13L 

1  A  Mia  soldier  of  the  cross, 
xV  A  follower  of  the  Lamb] 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  his  cause, 

Or  blush  to  speak  his  name? 

2  Must  I  be  carried  to  the  skies, 

On  flow'ry  beds  of  ease; 
While  others  fought  to  win  the  prize, 
And  sail'd  through  bloody  seas] 

3  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face; 

Must  I  not  stem  the  flood] 
Is  this  vile  world  a  friend  to  grace, 
To  help  me  on  to  God] 

4  Sure  I  must  fight  if  I  would  reign; 

Increase  my  courage,  Lord! 
I'll  bear  thee  toil,  endure  the  pain, 
Supported  by  thy  word. 

5  Thy  saints,  in  all  this  glorious  war, 

Shall  conquer  though  they  die: 
They  see  the  triumph  from  afar, 
And  seize  it  with  their  eye. 

6  When  that  illustrious  day  shall  rise, 

And  ull  thine  armies  shine 
In  robes  of  vict'ry  through  the  skies, 
The  glory  shall  be  thine. 
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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.  83,  84 

83.     8,  7,  4.         Robinson. 
Guide.— Psalm  xlviii.  14. 

1  fiUIDE  me,  O  thou  great  Jehovah, 
VT  Pilgrim  thro'  this  barren  land; 

I  am  weak,  but  thou  art  mighty — 
Hold  me  with  thy  pow'rful  hand: 
Bread  of  heaven, 
Feed  me  'till  I  want  no  more. 

2  Open  now  the  crystal  fountain, 

Whence  the  healing  streams  do  flow. 
Let  the  fiery  cloudy  pillar, 

Lead  me  all  my  journey  thro'; 
Strong  deliv'rer! 
Be  thou  still  my  strength  and  shield. 

3  Feed  me  with  the  heavenly  manna, 

In  this  barren  wilderness; 
Be  my  sword,  and  shield,  and  banner — 

Be  my  robe  of  righteousness; 
Fight  and  conquer 
All  my  foes  by  sov'reign  grace. 

4  When  I  tread  the  verge  of  Jordan, 

Bid  my  anxious  fears  subside; 
Foe  to  death  and  hell's  destruction, 

Land  me  safe  on  Canaan's  side: 
Songs  of  praises 
I  will  ever  give  to  thee. 

84.     8s.        Maxwell. 
Riches  of  Christ. — Eph.  iii.  8. 
1  TTOW  shall  I  my  Saviour  set  forth? 
XI  How  shall  I  his  beauties  declare* 

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85         EVANGELICAL  HYMNS/ 

0  how  shall  I  speak  of  his  worth, 
Or  what  his  chief  dignities  are  J 

2  Hisangete  can  never  express, 

Nor  saints  who  sit  nearest  his  thronfe, 
How  rich  are  his  treasures  of  grace; 
O  no!  'tis  a  myst'ry  unknown. 

5  In  him  all  the  fulness  of  God 

For  ever  transcendantly  shines; 
The  Father's  anointed  he  stood 

To  finish  his  glorious  designs. 
4  Tho'  once  he  was  naii'd  to  the  cross, 

Vile  rebels  like  me  to  set  free, 
His  glory  sustained  no  loss; 

Eternal  his  kingdom  shall  be. 

£  O  sinners,  believe  and  adore 

The  Saviour  so  rich  to  redeem* 
No  creature  can  ever  explore 
The  treasures  of  goodness  in  him. 

6  He  riches  has  ever  in  store; 

And  treasures  that  never  can  waste; 
Here's  pardon — here's  grace,  yea,  and  more; 
Here's  glory  eternal  at  last. 
85.     L.     M.        Watts. 
The  wonderful  love  of  Christ. 

1  #^<OME,  let  me  love,  or  is  my  mind 
Vy  Harden'd  to  stone,  or  froze  to  ice? 

1  see  the  blessed  fair  one  bend, 

And  stoop  to  embrace  me  from  the  skies. 

2  Oh!  'tis  a  thought  would  melt  a  rock, 

And  make  a  heart  of  iron  move, 
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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.         86 

That  those  sweet  lips,  that  he&v'nly  look. 
Should  seek  and  wish  a  mortal  lovel 

3  I  was  a  traitor  doom'd  to  fire, 

Bound  to  sustain  eternal  pains; 
He  flew  on  wings  of  strong  desire, 

Assumed  my  guilt  and  took  my  chains. 

4  Infinite  grace!  almighty  charms! 

Stand  in  amaze,  ye  rolling  skies! 
Jesus  the  God  extends  his  arms, 
Haag3  on  a  cross  of  love  and  dies. 

5  Did  pity  ever  stoop  so  low, 

Dress'd  in  divinity  and  blood? 
Was  ever  rebel  courted  so, 
In  groans  of  an  expiring  God? 

C  Again  he  lives,  and  spreads  his  hands, 

Hands  that  were  nail'd  to  torturing  smart; 
"By  these  dear  wounds,"  saithhe;  and  stands, 
And  prays  to  clasp  me  to  his  heart. 
7  Sure  I  must  love;  or  are  my  ears 

Still  deaf,  nor  will  my  passions  move; 

Lord!  melt  this  stubborn  heart  to  tearsf 

This  heart  shall  yield  to  death  or  love. 

86.     8s.         Swain. 

Redeeming  Love. — Zech.  xii.  10.  John  xix.  37. 

1  lll^HEN  on  my  beloved  I  gaze, 

^  ▼     So  dazzling  his  beauties  appear; 
His  charms  so  transcendantly  blaze , 
The  sight  is  too  melting  to  bear! 

2  When  from  my  own  vilenees  I  turn 

To  Jesus,  expos'd  on  the  tree, 


87        EVANGELICAL  HYMNS, 

With  shame  and  with  wonder  I  burn-, 
To  think  what  he  suffer'd  for  me. 

3  My  sins,  O  how  black  they  appear, 

When  in  that  dear  bosom  they  meet! 
Those  sins  were  the  nails  and  the  spear, 
That  wounded  his  hands  and  his  feet. 

4  'Twas  justice  that  wreath'd  for  his  head 

The  thorns  that  encircled  it  round; 
Thy  temples,  Immanuel,  bled, 

That  mine  might  with  glory  be  crown'd! 

5  The  wonderful  love  of  his  heart, 

Where  he  has  recorded  my  name, 
On  earth  can  be  known  but  in  part — 
Heav'n  only  can  bear  the  full  flame. 

6  In  rivers  of  sorrow  it  flow'd, 

And  flow'd  in  those  rivers  for  me: 
My  sins  are  all  drown'd  in  his  blood; 
My  soul  is  both  happy  and  free. 
87.     8s.         Francis. 
Lov6to  Christ. 
1   7V/I"  Y  gracious  Redeemer  I  love, 
ItJL  His  praises  aloud  I'll  proclaim, 
And  join  with  the  armies  above 
To  shout  his  ador&ble  name: 
To  gaze  on  his  glories  divine, 

Shall  be  my  eternal  employ- 
To  see  them  incessantly  shine, 
My  boundless,  ineffable  joy. 

%  He  freely  redeem'd  with  his  blood, 
My  soul  from  the  confines  of  hell, 

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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.         88 

To  live  on  the  smiles  of  my  God, 

And  in  his  sweet  presence  to  dwell; 
To  shine  with  the  angels  in  light, 

With  saints  and  with  seraphs  to  sing; 
To  view  with  eternal  delight, — 

My  Jesus,  my  Saviour,  my  King. 
3  Ye  palaces,  sceptres,  and  crowns, 

Your  pride  with  disdain  I  survey; 
Your  pomps  are  but  shadows  and  sounds; 

And  pass  in  a  moment  away: 
The  crown  that  my  Saviour  bestows, 

Yon  permanent  sun  shall  autshine; 
My  joy  everlastingly  flows— 

My  God,  my  Redeemer  is  mine. 
88.     C.  M.         Steele. 
Praise  to  the  Redeemer. — 1  Pet.  iii.  18* 
J   fg^O  our  Redeemer's  glorious  name 
-B-    Awake  the  sacred  song! 
O,  may  his  love,  (immortal  flame,) 

Tune  every  heart  and  tongue. 

2  His  love,  what  mortal  thought  can  reach'1 

What  mortal  tongue  display? 
Imagination's  utmost  stretch 
In  wonder  dies  away. 

3  He  left  his  radiant  throne  on  high— 

Left  the  bright  realms  of  bliss, 
And  came  to  earth  to  bleed  and  die! 
Was  ever  love  like  this? 

4  He  took  the.  dying  traitor's  place, 

And  suffered  kx  his  stead; 

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89         EVANGELICAL  HYMNS, 

For  man,  (0  miracle  of  grace!) 
For  man  the  Saviour  bled! 

5  Dear  Lord,  what  heav'nly  wonders  dwell 

In  thy  atoning  blood! 
By  this  are  sinners  snatch'd  from  hell, 
And  rebels  brought  to  God. 

6  O,  may  the  sweet,  the  blissful  theme, 

Fill  every  heart  and  tongue; 
Till  strangers  love  thy  charming  name, 
And  join  the  sacred  song. 

89.     C.  M.         Steele. 
Saviour. — John  iv.  42. 

1  f  | "> HE  Saviour!  O,  what  endless  charms 

A     Dwell  in  the  blissful  sound! 
Its  influence  every  fear  disarms, 
And  spreads  sweet  comfort  round. 

2  Here  pardon,  life,  and  joys  divine 

In  rich  effusion  flow, 
For  guilty  rebels  lost  in  sin, 
And  doom'd  to  endless  woe. 

3  Th'  almighty  former  of  the  skies 

Stoop'd  to  our  vile  abode; 
While  angels  view'd,  with  wond'ring  eyes, 
And  hail'd  th' incarnate  God. 

4  O,  the  rich  depths  of  love  divine, 

Of  bliss,  a  boundless  store! 
Dear  Saviour,  let  me  call  thee  mine 
I  cannot  wish  for  more. 

5  On  thee  alone  my  hope  relies , 

Beneath  thy  cross  J  fall; 
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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS,         90 

My  Lord,  my  life,  my  sacrifice, 

My  Saviour  and  my  all. 

90.     L.  M.         Medlet.     ' 
Him. — Acts  v.  31. 

OIN,  all  who  love  the  Saviour's  name, 
To  sing  his  everlasting:  fame; 
Great  God,  prepare  each  heart  and  voice, 
In  Him  forever  to  rejoice. 
Of  Him  what  wond'rous  things  are  told! 
In  Him  what  glories  I  hehald! 
For  Him  I  gladly  all  things  leave; 
To  Him,  my  soul,  forever  cleave! 
In  Him  my  treasure's  all  contain'd, 
By  Him  my  feeble  soul's  sustain'd; 
From  Him  what  favors  I  receive; 
Through  Him  I  shall  forever  live. 
With  Him  I  daily  love  to  walk; 
Of  Him  my  soul  delights  to  talk; 
On  Him  I  cast  my  every  care; 
Like  Him  one  day  I  shall  appear. 

Bless  Him,  my  soul,  from  day  to  day; 
Trust  Him  to  lead  thee  on  thy  way; 
Give  Him  thy  poor,  weak,  sinful  heart; 
With  Him  O,  never,  never  part. 
Take  Him  for  strength  and  righteousness; 
Make  Him  thy  refuge  in  distress; 
Love  Him  above  all  earthly  joy; 
And  Hi7n  in  every  thing  employ. 

Praise  Him  in  cheerful,  grateful  songs; 
To  Him  your  highest  praise  belongs! 

79 


91         EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

Bless  Him  who  does  your  heav'n  prepare; 
And  whom  you'll  praise  forever  there. 

91.      8s.         Newton. 
What  think  ye  of  Christ?— Matt.  xxii.  42.     j 

WHAT  think  ye  of  Christ]  is  the  test 
To  try  both  your  state  and  your  scheme;! 
You  cannot  be  right  in  the  rest, 
Unless  you  think  rightly  of  him. 

2  As  Jesus  appears  in  your  view— ■ 

As  he  is  beloved  or  not — 
So  God  is  disposed  to  you, 

And  mercy  or  wrath  is  your  lot. 

3  Some  take  him  a  creature  to  be— 

A  man  or  an  angel  at  most; 
Sure  these  have  not  feelings  like  me, 
Nor  know. themselves  wretched  and  lost. 

4  So  guilty,  so  helpless  am  I, 

I  durst  not  confide  in  his  blood, 
Nor  on  his  protection  rely, 
Unless  I  were  sure  he  is  God. 

5  Some  call  him  a  Saviour  in  words, 

But  mix  their  own  works  with  his  plan, 
And  hope  he  his  help  will  afford 

When  they  have  done  all  that  they  can.    ' 

6  If  ask'd  what  of  Jesus  I  think? 

Though  still  my  best  thoughts  are  but  poor.! 
I  say,  he's  my  meat  and  my  drink, 
My  life,  and  my  strength,  and  my  store:  ] 

7  My  shepherd,  my  husband,  my  friend, 

My  Saviour  from  sin  and  from  thrall : 
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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.         92 

My  hope  from  beginning  to  end, 
My  portion,  my  Lord,  and  my  all. 
92.  .    P.  M. 
Description  of  Christ. — Cant.  v.  10 — 16. 
PART  I. 

OTHOU  in  whose  presence  my  soul  takes 
delight, 
On  whom  in  affliction  I  call, 
My  comfort  by  day,  and  my  song  in  the  night. 

My  hope,  my  salvation,  my  all: 
Where  dost  thou  at  noontide  resort  with  thy 
sheep, 
To  feed  on  the  pastures  of  love? 
For  why  in  the  v" alley  of  death  should  I  weep? 
Or  alone  in  the  wilderness  rove] 

2  O,  why  should  I  wander,  an  alien  from  thee, 

Or  cry  in  the  desert  for  bread]  [see, 

Thy  foes  will  rejoice,  when  my  sorrows  they 

And  smile  at  the  tears  I  have  shed. 
Ye  daughters  of  Zion,  declare,  have  ye  seen 

The  star  that  on  Israel  shone! 
Say,  if  in  your  tents  my  beloved  has  been, 

And  where,  with  his  flock,  he  is  gone? 

3  This  is  my  beloved:  His  form  is  divine, 

His  vestment  sheds  odours  around; 
The  locks  on  his  head  are  as  grapes  on  the  vice. 

When  autumn  with  plenty  is  crownM. 
The  roses  of  Sharon,  the  lillies  that  grow 

In  the  vales,  on  the  banks  of  the  streams; 
Mis  cheeks  in  the  beauty  of  excellence  glow, 

And  b^p.rpi  are  as  quivers  of  beams. 
F  fH 


02         EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

4  His  voice,  as  the  sound  of  the  dulcimer,  sweet, 

Is  heard  through  the  shadows  of  death; 
The  cedara  of  Lebanon  bow  at  his  feet, 

And  the  air  is  perfum'd  by  his  breath; 
His  lip3  as  a  fountain  of  righteousness  flow, 

That  waters  the  garden  of  grace, 
From  whence  their  salvation  the    Gentiles 
shall  know, 

And  bask  in  the  smiles  of  his  face. 

5  Love  sits  in  his  eye-lids,  and  scatters  delight 

Through  all  the  bright  mansions  on  high; 
Their  faces  the  cherubim  veil  in  his  sight, 

And  tremble  with  fulness  of  joy. 
He  looks,  and  ten  thousands  of  angels  rejoice, 

And  myriads  wait  for  his  word; 
He  speaks,  and  eternity,  fill'd  with  his  voice, 

Re-echoes  the  praise  of  her  Lord. 

0  His  vestment  of  righteousness,  who  shall 
describe? 
Its  purity  words  would  defile; 
The  heav'ns  from  his  presence  fresh  beauty 
imbibe, 
And  earth  is  made  rich  by  his  smile. 
Such  is  my  beloved:  in  excellence  bright. 

When  pleas'd,  he  looks  down  from  above, 
Like  the  morn,  when  he  breathes  from  the  i 
chambers  of  light, 
And  comforts  his  people  with  love. 
PART  IT. 
?  But*  when  arm'd  with  vengeance,  with  ter-  \ 
ror  he  comer., 
82 


EVANGELICAL  HYMNS".         $% 

!The  nations  rebellious  to  tame, 
The  reins  of  Omnipotent  pow'r  he  assumes, 

And  rides  in  a  chariot  of  flame; 
A  two-ed ged  sword  from  his  mouth  issues  forth, 

Bright  quivers  of  fire  are  his  eyes; 
He  speaks,  the  black  tempests  are  seen  in  the 
north, 
And  storms  from  their  caverns  arise. 

$  Ten  thousand  destructions,  that  wait  for  his 
word, 

And  ride  on  the  wings  of  his  breath, 
Fly,  swift  as  the  wind,  at  the  nod  of  their  Lord3 

And  deal  out  the  arrows  of  death. 
His  cloud-bursting  thunders  their  voices  re- 
sound 

Through  all  the  vast  regions  on  high,. 
Till  from  the  deep  centre  loud  echoes  rebound, 

To  meet  the  quick  flames  in  the  sky. 

9  The  portals  of  heav'n,  at  his  bidding,  obey, 

And  expand  ere  his  banners  appear; 
Earth  trembles  beneath,  till  her  mountains 
give  way, 
And  hell  shakes  her  fetters  with  fear! 
When  he  treads  on  the  clouds  as  the  dust  of  his 
feet, 
And  grasps  the  big  storms  in  his  hand, 
What  eye  the  fierce  glance  of  h:a  ingcr  can 
meet,  " 
Or  who  in  his  oresence  shall  stand! 


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93         EVANGELICAL  HYMNS, 
93.     L.  M.        Watts. 
The  description  of  Christ  the  BclovciL 
Cant.  v.  9—12,  14,  15,  16. 
i  r¥lHE  wond'ring  world  inquires  to  know 
JL    Why  I  should  love  my  Jesus  so; 
"What  are  his  charms,"  say  they,  "above 
"The  objects  of  a  mortal  love!" 

2  Yes,  my  Beloved,  to  my  sight, 

Shows  a  sweet  mixture,  red  and  white; 
All  human  beauties,  all  divine, 
In  my  Beloved  meet  and  shine. 

3  White  is  his  soul,  from  blemish  free, 
Red  with  the  blood  he  shed  for  me; 
The  fairest  of  ten  thousand  fairs, 

A  sun  among  ten  thousand  stars. 

4  His  head  the  finest  gold  excels; 
There  wisdom  in  perfection  dwell* ; 
And  glory,  like  a  crown,  adorns 
Those  temples,  once  beset  with  thorns. 

5  Compassions  in  his  heart  are  found, 
Near  to  the  signals  of  his  wound: 
His  sacred  side  no  more  shall  bear 
The  cruel  scourge,  the  piercing  spear. 

8  His  hands  are  fairer  to  behold 

Than  diamonds  set  in  rings  of  gold; 
Those  heav'nly  hands  that  on  the  tree 
Were  nail'd,  and  torn,  and  bled  for  me. 

7  Though  once  he  bow'd  his  feeble  knee?. 
Loaded  witk  sins  and  egoaies, 
84 


EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.         94 

Now  on  the  throne  of  his  command, 
His  legs  like  marble  pillars  stand: 

S  His  eyes  are  majesty  and  love, 
The  eagle  tempered  with  the  dove; 
No  more  shall  trickling  sorrows  roll 
Through  those  dear  windows  of  his  soul. 

9  His  mouth,  that  pourd  out  long  complaints, 
Now  smiles  and  cheers  his  fainting  saints; 
His  countenance  more  graceful  is 

Than  Lebanon  with  all  its  trees. 

10  All  overglorieus  is  my  Lord, 
Must  he  belov'd,  and  yet  ador'd; 
His  worth  if  all  the  nations  knew, 
Sure  the  whole  earth  would  love  him  too. 

94.      8s.         De  Fleury. 

I,nmanuel. — Isaiah  viii.  8. 
i    "\7~m  angels  who  stand  round  the  throne , 
X     And  view  m'y  Immanuel's  face, 
In  rapturous  songs  make  him  known; 

Tune  all  your  soft  harps  to  his  praise: 
He  form'd  you  the  spirits  you  are, 

So  happy,  so  noble,  so  good; 
When  others  sunk  down  in  despair, 
Confirm'd  by  his  power  you  stood. 
3  Ye  saints  who  stand  nearer  than  they, 
And  cast  your  bright  croivns  at  His  feet 
His  grace  and  his  glory  display, 

And  all  his  rich  mercy  relate. 
He  snatch'd  you  from  hell  and  the  grave, 
Tie  raasom'd  fi-om  death  and  despair; 

85 


95         EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

For  yon  he  was  mighty  to  save — 
Almighty  to  bring  you  safe  there. 

3  O,  when  will  the  period  appear, 

When  I  shall  unite  in  your  song] 
I'm  weary  of  lingering  here, 

And  I  to  your  Saviour  belong? 
I'm  fetter'd  and  chain'd  up  in  clay — 

I  struggle  and  pant  to  be  free; 
I  long  to  be  soaring  away, 

My  God  and  my  Savionr  to  see! 

4  I  want  to  put  on  my  attire, 

Wash'd  white  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb; 
I  want  to  be  one  of  your  choir, 

And  tune  my  sweet  harp  to  his  name, 
I  want! — O,  I  want  to  be  there, 

Where  sorrow  and  sin  bid  adieu; 
Your  joy  and  your  friendship  to  share- 
To  wonder  and  worship  with  you. 
95.     C.  M.        Steele. 
Love  to  Christ  desired. 

1  npHOU  lovely  source  ?f  true  delight, 

JL    Whom  I  unseen  adore, 
Unveil  thy  beauties  to  my  sight, 
That  I  may  love  thee  more. 

2  Thy  glory  o'er  creation  shines, 

But  in  thy  sacred  word 
I  read,  in  fairer,  brighter  lines, 
My  bleeding,  dying  Lord. 

3  Tis  here,  whene'er  my  comforts  droop, 

And  sin  and  sorrow  rise, 
86 


EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.         9g 

Thy  love,  with  cheerful  beams  of  hope, 
My  fainting  breast  supplies. 

4  But  ah!  too  soon  the  pleasing  scene 

Is  clouded  o'er  with  pain; 
My  gloomy  fears  rise  dark  between, 
And  I  again  complain. 

5  Jesus,  my  Lord,  my  life,  my  light, 

O,  come  with  blissful  ray! 
Break  radiant  through  the  shades  cf  night, 
And  chase  my  fears  away. 

6  Then  shall  my  soul  with  rapture  trace 

The  wonders  of  thy  love; 
But  the  full  glories  of  thy  face 
Are  only  known  above. 

96.      8,  8,  6.         Medley. 
Excellency  of  Christ. — Isaiah  xxxv.  2. 

1  /~k  COULD  I  speak  the  matchless  worth, 
\J  O  could  I  sound  the  glories  forth 

Which  in  my  Saviour  shine, 
I'd  soar  and  touch  the  heav'nly  strings, 
And  vie  with  Gabriel,  while  he  sings, 

In  notes  almost  divine. 

2  I'd  sing  the  precious  blood  he  spilt, 
My  ransom  from  the  dreadful  guilt 

Of  sin  and  wrath  divine; 
Td  sing  his  glorious  righteousness, 
In  which  all  perfect,  heav'nly  dress 

My  soul  shall  ever  shine. 

3  I'd  sing  the  characters  he  bears, 
And  all  the  forms  of  love  he  wears, 

8? 


97         EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

Exalted  on  his  throne: 
In  loftiest  songs  of  sweetest  praise, 
I  would  to  everlasting  days, 

Make  all  his  glories  known. 

4  Well — the  delightful  day  will  come, 

When  the  dear  Lord  will  bring  me  home., 

And  I  shall  see  his  face: 
Then  with  my  Saviour,  Brother,  Friend, 
A  hless'd  eternity  I'll  spend 

Triumphant  in  his  grace. 

97.     C.  M.        Steele. 
Jesus. — Phil.  ii.  10. 
1     "TESUS!  in  thy  transporting  name, 
ty     What  blissful  glories  rise! 
Jesus! — the  angels'  sweetest  theme — 
The  wonder  of  the  skies. 

~  Jesus!  and  didst  thou  leave  thy  sky 
For  miseries  and  woes? 
And  didst  thou  bleed,  and  groan  and  die, 
For  vile  rebellious  foes] 

3  Victorious  love!  can  language  tell 

The  wonders  of  thy  pow'r, 
Which  conquer'd  all  the  force  of  hell, 
In  that  tremendous  hour? 

4  What  glad  return  can  I  impart, 

For  favours  so  divine? 
O,  take  my  heart — this  worthless  heart, 
And  make  it  only  thme. 
88 


BVANGELICAL  HYMNS.         98 

98.      8s.         Newtox. 
None  upon  earth  I  desire  besides  thee. — Psalm 

lxxiii.  25. 
1   XJTOW  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours, 
JBlJL  When  Jesus  no  longer  I  see!     [flow'rs 
Sweet  prospects,  sweet   birds,  and  sweet 

Have  lost  ail  their  sweetness  with  me; 
The  midsummer  sun  shines  but  dim, 

The  fields  strive  in  vain  to  look  gay; 
But  when  I  am  happy  in  Him, 
December's  as  pleasant  as  May. 

I  His  name  yields  the  richest  perfume, 

And  sweater  than  music  his  voice; 
His  presence  disperses  my  gloom, 

And  makes  all  within  me  rejoice. 
I  should,  were  he  always  thus  nigh,. 

Have  nothing  to  wish  or  to  fear; 
No  mortal  so  happy  as  I, 

My  summer  would  last  all  the  year. 
Content  with  beholding  his  face, 

My  all  to  his  pleasure  resign'd, 
No  changes  of  season  or  place 

Would  make  any  change  in  my  mind.. 
While  bless'd  with  a  sense  of  his  love, 

A  palace  a  toy  would  appear, 
And  prisons  would  palaces  prove, 

If  Jesus  would  dwell  with  me  there. 
Dear  Lord,  if  indeed  I  am  thine, 

If  thou  art  my  6un  and  my  song, 
Say,  why  do  I  languish  and  pine, 

And  why  are  my  winters  so  long? 


99         EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

O,  drive  these  dark  clouds  from  my  sky, 
Thy  soul-cheering  presence  restore; 

Or  take  me  unto  thee  on  high, 
Where  winter  and  clouds  are  no  more. 

99.      8s.         Toplady. 
Hope  in  Despair. — Ps.  lxxvii.  7 — 10. 

1  TjlNCOMPASS'D  with  clouds  of  distress, 
Xli  Just  ready  all  hope  to  resign, 

I  pant  for  the  light  of  thy  face, 
And  fear  it  will  never  be  mine. 

Dishearten'd  with  waiting  so  long, 
I  sink  at  thy  feet  with  my  load; 

All  plaintive  I  pour  out  my  song, 

And  stretch  forth  my  hands  unto  God. 

2  Shine  Lord,  and  my  terror  shall  cease. 

The  blood  of  atonement  apply; 
And  lead  me  to  Jesus  for  peace, 

The  rock  that  is  higher  than  I. 
Speak,  Saviour,  for  sweet  is  thy  voice? 

Thy  presence  is  fair  to  behold; 
Attend  to  my  sorrows  and  cries, 

And  groaning*  that  cannot  be  told. 

3  If  sometimes  I  strive,  as  I  mourn, 

My  hold  of  thy  promise  to  keep, 
The  billows  more  fiercely  return, 

And  plunge  me  again  in  the  deep. 
While  harass'd  and  cast  from  thy  sight, 

The  tempter  suggest  with  a  roar, 
*The  Lord  hath  forsaken  thee  quite, 

"Thy  God  will  be  gracious  no  more.'' 
90 


EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.  iOO,  101 

4  Yet  Lord,  if  thy  love  bath  de^ign'd 

No  covenant  blessing1  for  me, 
Ah  tell  me,  how  is  it  I  find 

Some  sweetness  in  waiting  for  thee? 
Almighty  to  rescue  thou  art; 

Thy  grace  is  my  shield  and  my  tow'r; 
Come,  succour  and  gladden  my  heart; 

Let  this  be  the  day  of  thy  pow'r, 
100.     CM.         Steele. 
Pleasures  unseen. — 2  Cor.  iv.  18. 

OH,  could  our  thoughts  and  wishes  fly. 
Above  these  gloomy  shades, 
To  those  bright  worlds  beyond  the  sky? 
Wliich  sorrow  ne'er  invades! 

J  There  joys,  unseen  by  mortal  eyes. 

Or  reason's  feeble  ray; 
:,  In  ever  blooming  prospects  rise, 

Unconscious  of  decay. 

*,  Lord,  send  a  beam  of  light  divine. 
To  guide  our  upward  aim! 
With  one  reviving  touch  of  thine, 
Our  languid  hearts  inflame. 
:  Then  shall,  on  faith's  sublimest  wing, 
Our  ardent  wishes  rise  [spring, 

To  those  bright  scenes,  where  pleasures 
Immortal  in  the  skies. 

101.     7s.         Newton. 
Love  to  Christ. — John  xxi.  16. 

TIS  a  point  I  long  to  know, 
Oft  it  causes  anxious  thought; 
91 


101       EVANGELICAL  HYMNS 

Do  I  love  the  Lord,  or  no? 
Am  I  his,  or  am  I  not? 

2  If  I  love,  why  am  I  thus! 

Why  this  dull  and  lifeless  frame? 
Hardly,  sure,  can  they  be  worse, 
Who  have  never  heard  his  name* 

3  [Could  my  heart  so  hard  remain, 

Pray'er  a  task  and  burden  prove; 
Ev'ry  trifle  give  me  pain, 
If  I  knew  a  Saviour's  love? 

4  When  I  turn  my  eyes  within, 

All  is  dark,  and  vain,  and  wild; 
Fill'd  with  unbelief  and  sin, 
Can  I  deem  myself  a  child?] 

5  If  I  pray,  or  hear,  or  read, 

Sin  is  mix'd  with  all  I  do: 
You  that  love  the  Lord,  indeed, 
Tell  me,  is  it  thus  with  you? 

6  Yet  I  mourn  my  stubborn  will, 

Find  my  sin  a  grief  and  thrall; 
Should  I  grieve  for  what  I  feel, 
If  I  did  not  love  at  all? 

7  Could  I  joy  his  saints  to  meet, 

Choose  the  ways  I  once  abhorr'd. 
Find,  at  times,  the  promise  sweet, 
If  I  did  not  love  the  Lord? 
t  Lerd,  decide  the  doubtful  case! 
Thou  who  art  thy  people's  sun; 
Shine  upon  thy  work  of  grace. 
If  it  be  indeed  begu«. 
92 


EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.       102 

Let  me  love  thee  more  and  more, 

If  I  love  at  all,  I  pray;  » 

If  I  have  not  lov'd  before, 
Help  me  to  begin  to-day. 

102.     7s.         Cowr-ER. 
Loved  thou  Mel — John  xxi.  16. 

HARK,  my  soul,  it  is  the  Lord; 
'Tis  thy  Saviour,  hear  his  word: 
Jesus  speaks,  and  speaks  to  thee: 
'•Say,  poor  sinner,  lov'st  thou  me! 
"I  deliver'd  thee  when  bound, 
And,  when  bleeding,  heal'd  thy  wound, 
Sought  thee  wand'ring,  set  thee  right, 
Turn'd  thy  darkness  into  light. 

"Can  a  woman's  tender  care 
Cease  toward  the  child  she  bare? 
Yes,  she  may  forgetful  be, 
Yet  will  I  remember  thee, 
"Mine  is  an  unchanging  love, 
Higher  than  the  heights  above; 
Deeper  than  the  depths  beneath — 
Free  and  faithful — strong  as  death. 
"Thoushalt  see  my  glory  soon, 
"When  the  work  of  grace  is  done; 
Partner  of  my  throne  shalt  be: 
Say,  poor  sinner,  lov'st  thou  me!" 
Lord,  it  is  my  chief  complaint, 
That  my  love  is  weak  and  faint; 
Yet  I  love  thee  and  adore; 
O  for  grace  to  lov«  thee  morel 

93 


103, 104  EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

103.     C.  M.         Cowper. 
The  contrite  heart. — Isaiah  lvii.  16. 

1  npi  HE  Lord  will  happiness  divine, 

JL    On  contrite  hearts  bestow; 
Then  tell  me,  gracious  God,  is  mine 
A  contrite  heart,  or  no? 

2  1  hear,  but  seem  to  hear  in  vain, 

Insensible  as  steel; 
If  aught  is  felt,  'tis  only  pain, 
To  find  I  cannot  feel. 

3  I  sometimes  think  myself  incline 

To  love  thee,  if  I  could; 

But  often  feel  another  mind, 

Averse  to  all  that's  good. 

4  My  best  desires  are  faint  and  few, 

I  fain  wou^d  strive  for  more; 
But  when  I  cry,  "my  strength  renew," 
Seem  weaker  than  before. 

b  Thy  saints  are  comforted,  I  know,, 
And  love  thy  house  of  pray'r; 
I  therefore  go  where  others  go, 
But  find  no  comfort  there. 
6  O,  make  this  heart  rejoice  or  ache. 
Decide  this  doubt  for  me; 
And  if  it  be  not  broken,  break, 
And  heal  it,  if  it  be, 
104.     L.  M.         Pres.  Davies. 
SeJf-Exanwiatlon. — Gal.  iv.  19,  20. 
I   "TT¥7"HAT  strange  perplexities  arise; 
▼  *     What  anxious  fears  and  jealousie*! 

94 


EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.       10S 

What  crowds  in  doubtful  light  appear; 
How  few,  alas!  approv'd  and  clear! 

2  What  then  am  I? — My  soul,  awake, 
And  an  impartial  survey  take; 
Does  no  dark  sign,  no  ground  of  fear5 
In  practice  or  in  heart  appear? 

3  What  image  does  my  spirit  bear? 
Is  Jesus  form'd  and  living  there? 
Say,  da  his  lineaments  divine 

In  thought  and  word,  and  action  shine. 

4  Searcher  of  hearts,  O  search  my  will, 
The  secrets  of  my  soul  reveal; 

My  fears  remove,  let  me  appear 
To  God,  and  my  own  conscience,  clear. 
6  Scatter  the  clouds  which  o'er  my  head 
Thick  glooms  of  dubious  terror  spread; 
Light  up  in  me  celestial  day, 
And  to  myself,  myself  display. 

6  May  I  at  that  bless'd  world  arrive, 
Where  Christ  through  all  my  soul  shall  live. 
And  give  full  proof  that  he  is  there, 
\V  ithout  one  gloomy  doubt  or  fear. 
105.     C.  M.        Doddridge. 
Love  to  God. 

1  ~¥~\0  not  I  love  thee,  O  my  Lord? 
JL7   Behold  my  heart  and  see; 
And  turn  each  cursed  idol  out, 

That  dares  to  rival  thee. 

2  Do  not  I  love  thee  from  my  soul? 
Then  let  me  nothing  love: 


106       EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

Dead  be  my  heart  to  ev'ryjoy, 
When  Jesus  cannot  move. 

3  Is  not  thy  name  melodious  still 

To  mine  attentive  ear? 
Doth  not  each  pulse  with  pleasure  bound 
My  Saviour's  voice  to  hear? 

4  Thou  know'st  I  love  thee  dearest  Lord, 

But,  O!  I  long  to  soar 
Far  from  the  sphere  of  mortal  joys, 
And  learn  to  love  thee  more. 

106.     L.  M.         Beddome. 

Complaining  of  inconstancy. 

1  npiIE  wand'ring  star,  and  fleeting-  wind, 

-*-     Both  represent  th'  unstable  mind; 
The  morning  cloud,  and  early  dew, 
Bring  our  inconstancy  to  view. 

2  But  cloud  and  wind,  and  dew  and  star, 
Faint  and  imperfect  emblems  are; 
Nor  can  there  aught  in  nature  be, 

So  fickle,  or  so  false  as  we. 

3  Our  outward  walk,  and  inward  frame, 
Scarce  through  a  single  hour  the  same; 
We  vow,  and  straight  our  vows  forget, 
And  then  these  very  vows  repeat. 

4  We  sin  forsake,  to  sin  return; 

Arc  hot,  are  cold,  now  freeze,  now  burr; 
In  deep  distress,  then  raptures  feel; 
We  soar  to  heav'n,  then  sink  to  hell. 

3  With  flowing  tears,  Lord,  we  coBfe**" 
Our  folly  and  tfrateadfaistaesv 
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EVANGELTCAL  HYMNS.  107,  103 

When  shall  these  hearts  more  fixed  be, 
Fix'd  by  thy  grace,  and  fix'd  for  thee: 
107.     C.  M. 
Longing  for  nearness  to  God. 

1  /^H,  could  I  find,  from  day  to  day, 
V-F  A  nearness  to  my  God; 

Then  should  my  hours  glide  sweet  away, 
And  lean  upon  his  word. 

2  Lord,  I  desire  with  thee  to  live, 

Anew  from  day  to  day; 
In  joys  the  world  can  never  give, 
Nor  ever  take  away. 

3  Oh  Jesus,  come  and  rule  my  heart. 

And  make  me  wholly  thine; 

That  I  may  never  more  depart, 

Nor  grieve  thy  love  divine. 

4  Thus  till  my  last  expiring  breath, 

Thy  goodness  I'll  adore; 
And  when  my  flesh  dissolves  in  death., 
My  soul  shall  love  the  more. 

108.     CM.         Cowper. 
Walking  uith  God. — Gen.  v.  24. 

1  #^\H  for  a  closer  walk  with  God, 
vJ'   A  calm  and  heav'nly  frame; 
A  light  to  shine  upon  the  road, 

That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 

2  Where  is  the  blessedness  I  knew 

When  first  I  sought  the  Lord! 
Where  is  the  soul-refreshing  view 
Of  Jesus,  and  his  word; 
G 


j09       EVANGELICAL  KYMNfev 

3  What  peaceful  hours  I  then  enjoy'd! 

How  sweet  their  mem'ry  still!. 
But  they  have  left  an  aching  void, 
The  world  can  never  fill. 

4  Return, .  O  holy  dove,  return, 

Sweet  messenger  of  rest; 
I  hate  the  sins  that  made  thee  mourn  ^ 
And  drove  thee  from  my  hreast. 

5  The  dearest  idol  I  have  known, 

Whate'er  that  idol  be; 
Help  me  to  tear  it  from  thy  throne. 

And  worship  only  thec._ 
C  So  shall  my  walk  he  close  with  God 

Calm  and  serene  my  frame; 
So  purer  light  shall  mark  the  road 

TJiat  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 

109.     C.  M.         Hastings. 

T/a  righteous  and  the  wicked —  Psalm  i. 

1  jnpHAT  man  doth  riphest  blessings  snare', 

A    Whosi$  feet  do  never  rove 
In  ways  ungodly  men  prepare; 

Who  hates  the  work  they  love. 

2  He,  in  God's  holy  Law  divine, 

Doth  place  his  whole  delight; 
And  ev'r.y  precept.  Lord,  of  thine, 
Contemplates  day  and  night. 

J  He,  like  a  fair  and  spreading  tree, 
IBy  copious  rivers  seen. 
Whose  boughs  a  fragrant  load  supply, 
Whose  leaf  is  e\e?  greea; 
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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.       HO 

Shall  in  his  labours  find  increase, 

In  gifts  and  graces  shine, 
Of  love,  of  joy,  of  holiness, 

And  righteousness  divin'e. 

Not  so  the  haughty  sinner  thrives; 

But,  like  the  chaff  or  dust, 
Which  sportive  wind  insidious  drives, 

So  perish  shall  their  trust. 
He  who  ungodly  is,  or  vain, 

In  judgment  Can't  appear: 
The  wicked,  proud,  unholy  man, 

Finds  no  admittance  there: 

Because  the  Lord  himself  directs 

The  way  the  upright  go;  _ 

The  sinner's  guilt  and  shame  detects, 
Which  prove  their  overthrow. 
110.     C.  M.         Watts. 
ongingfor  the  Divine  presence  under  sorrcic, 

OH  that  I  knew  the  secret  place, 
Where  I  might  find  my  God! 
I'd  spread  my  wants  before  his  face, 
And  pour  my  woes  abroad. 

I'd  tell  him  how  my  sins  arise, 

What  sorrows  I  sustain; 
How  grace  decays  and  comfort  dies, 

And  leaves  my  heart  in  pain. 
He  knows  the  arguments  Pd  take, 

To  wrestle  with  my  God; 
I'd  plead  for  his  own  mercy's  sake, 
And  for  mv  Saviour's  blood. 

9G 


111,112  EVANGELICAL  HYMNS, 

4  My  God  will  pity  my  complaints, 

And  heal  my  broken  bones; 
He  takes  the  meaning  of  his  saints. 
The  language  of  their  groans. 

5  Arise,  my  soul,  from  deep  distress, 

And  banish  ev'ry  fear; 
He  calls  thee  to  his  throne  of  grace, 
To  spread  thy  sorrows  there. 
111.     C.  M.        Hart. 
Tribulation. 

1  Pin  HE  world  opposes  from  without, 

-SL    And  unbelief  within: 
We  fear,  we  faint,  we  grieve,  we  doubt 
And  feel  the  load  of  sin. 

2  Glad  frames  too  often  lift  us  up, 

And  then  how  vain  we  grow! 
'Till  sad  desertion  makes  us  droop, 
And  then  we  sink  as  low. 

3  Ten  thousand  baits  the  foe  prepares, 

To  catch  the  wand'ring  heart; 
And  rarely  do  we  see  the  snares, 
Before  we  feel  the  smart. 

4  Though  we  are  feeble,  Christ  is  strong, 

His  promises  are  true; 
We  shall  be  conquerors  ere  long, 
And  more  than  conq'rors  too. 

112.     CM.         Mason. 

Hope  of  Heaven. 
I   T  SOJOURN  in  a  vale  of  tears; 
.1.  Alas!  how  can  I  sing.' 
100 


EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.        1 1 3 

My  harp  doth  on  the  willows  hang-, 

Untuu'd  in  ev'ry  string. 
t  0  come,  my  dear,  almighty  Lord — 

My  sweetest,  surest  friend; 
Come — for  I  loath  these  Kedar  tents; 

Thy  fiery  chariots  send. 
My  Jesus  is  gone  up  to  heav?n, 

To  get  a  place  for  me; 
For  'tis  his  will,  that  where  he  k, 

His  followers  should  be. 
Canaan  I  view  from  Pisgah's  top; 

Of  Canaan's  grapes  I  taste; 
My  Lord,  who  sends  unto  me  here, 

Will  send  for  me  at  last. 
I  have  a  God  that  changeth  not — 

Why  should  I  be  perplex'd* 
My  God,  who  owns  me  in  this  world, 

Will  own  me  in  the  next. 
My  dearest  friends,  they  dwell  above; 

Them  will  I  go  to  see; 
And  all  my  friends  in  Christ  below 

Will  soou  come  after  me. 

113.     8s.         Kent. 

Indvjeliing  sin;  or,  the  Canaanite  still  in  fh» 

Land. — Numb,  xxxiii.  51 — 55. 
I  PTMHE  Canaanite  still  in  the  land, 
_!.    To  harass,  perplex,  and  dismay, 
Brought  Israel  of  old  at  a  stand. 
For  Auak  wa?  stronger  than  they. 

101 


I 

1 1  3       EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

2  What  God  had  &eeign5d  they  possessed, 

Supported  and  kept  hy  his  hand; 
Yet,  lest  on  their  lees  they  should  rest,  I 
The  Canaanite  dwelt  in  the  land. 

3  'Tis  thus  with  thine  Israel  on  earth, 

Who  groan  with  a  body  of  sin, 
Partake  of  a  spiritual  birth, 
The  work  of  the  Spirit  within. 

4  To-day  with  the  taste  of  his  love, 

Jehovah  their  souls  shall  expand; 

To-morrow  he'll  give  them  to  prove, 

The  Canaanite  still  in  the  land. 

6  Yet  all  things  shall  work  for  their  good, 
Afflictions,  temptations,  or  pain: 
And  still  through  the  Lamb  and  his  blood, 
Their  cause  they  shall  ever  maintain. 

6  A  thorn  in  the  flesh  they  shall  have, 

Their  roving  affections  to  win; 
To  teach  them  how  Jesus  can  save, 
And  show  them  the  depth  of  their  sin. 

7  Yes,  down  to  the  Jordan  of  death, 

His  foes  shall  the  christian  withstand; 
And  feel,  when  resigning  his  breath, 
The  Canaanite  still  in  the  land. 

3  Their  place  of  repose  is  on  high, 
(No  Canaanite  enters  therein,) 
They  drink  of  the  rivers  of  joy, 
Remote  from  the  regions  of  sin, 
102 


EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.  114,115 

114.     L.  M.         Sten>ett. 
Pride  lamented. 

1  ^fcFT  have  I  turn'd  my  eyes  within, 
\~r   And  brought  to  light  some  latent  sin: 
But  pride,  the  vice  I  most  detest, 

Still  lurks  securely  in  my  breast. 

2  Here,  with  a  thousand  arts,  she  tries 
To  dress  me  in  a  fair  disguise, 

To  make  a  guilty,  wretched  worm, 
Put  on  an  angel's  brightest  form. 

3  She  hides  my  follies  from  mine  eyes, 
And  lifts  my  virtues  to  the  skies; 
And  while  the  specious  tale  she  tells, 
Her  own  deformity  conceals. 

4  Rend,  O  ray  God,  the  veil  aw,ay, 
Bring  forth  the  monster  to  the  day; 
Expose  her  hideous  fonn  to  view, 
And  all  her  restless  power  subdue. 

!  5  So  shall  humility  divine, 

Again  possess  this  heart  of  mine; 
And  fonn  a  temple  for  my  God, 
Which  he  will  make  his  lov'd  abode. 
115.     C.  M. 
He  shall  overco7iie  at  the  last — Gen.  xlix.  19. 

1  jT^I  BEAT  God,  thy  holy  name  we  praise, 
^JT  For  all  thy  mercies  past; 

Though  foes  impede  us  in  thy  ways, 
We  shall  o'erconie  at  last. 

2  Should  all  th'  envenom'd  troops  of  hell 

Unite;  our  hope  to  blast; 

103 


1 1 6       EVANGELICAL  HYMNS, 

In  Christ  'tis  fix'd;  this  truth  we  tell, 
We  shall  o'ercome  at  last, 

3  Though  gloomy  death  alarm  our  fears, 

And  us  in  darkness  cast; 
Yet  still  Jehovah's  word  declares, 
We  shall  o'ercome  at  last. 

4  Though  unbelief,  that  cursed  foe, 

Attempt  to  bind  us  fast; 
Christ  will  not  let  his  purchase  go;" 
We  skail  o'ercome  at  last. 

5  Jesus,  our  Captain,  leads  us  on, 

Till  Jordan's  streams  are  past; 
And  when  we  reach  our  heav'nly  home. 
We'll  sing — o'ercome  at  last. 
116.     C.  M.         Steele. 
Guest. — Rev.  iii.  20. 

1  A  ND  will  the  Lord  thus  condescend 
XjL   To  visit  sinful  worms! 

Thus  at  the  door  shall  mercy  stand, 
In  all  her  winning  forms? 

2  Surprising  grace! — and  shall  my  heart 

Unmov'd  and  cold  remain! 
Has  this  hard  rock  no  tender  part! 
Must  mercy  plead  in  vain'! 

3  Shall  Jesus  for  admission  sue, 

His  soothing  voice  unheard? 
And  this  vile  heart,  his  rightful  due. 
Remain  forever  barr'd? 
4,  Tis  sm>  alas!  with  tyrant  pow'r, 
The  lodging  has  po5sess\l> 
104 


EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.  117,  US 

And  crowds  of  traitors  bar  the  door 
Against  the  heav'nly  guest. 

5  Ye  dang'rous  inmates,  hence  depart; 
Dear  Saviour,  enter  in, 
And  guard  the  passage  to  my  heart, 
And  keep  out  every  sin. 

117.     C.  M.         Ryland. 

Delight  in  God. — Psalm  xxxvii.  4. 

1  ^  RANT,  Lord,  I  may  delight  in  thee, 
VX  And  on  thy  care  depend; 

To  thee  in  every  trouble  flee, 
My  best,  my  only  friend. 

2  No  good  in  creatures  can  be  found, 

But  all  is  found  in  thee; 
I  must  be  blessed  and  abound, 
While  thou  art  God  to  me. 

3  Oh  that  I  had  a  stronger  faith, 

To  look  within  the  veil; 
To  credit  what  my  Saviour  saith, 
Whose  word  can  never  fail! 

4  O,  Lord,  I  cast  my  care  on  thee, 

I  triumph  and  adore; 
Henceforth  my  great  concern  shall  be 
To  love  and  praise  thee  more. 

118.     CM.        Steele. 
Refuge  in  God. — Psalm  ix.  9. 
1  ~J~\EAR  refuge  of  my  weary  soul, 
J-^  On  thee,  when  sorrows  rise, 
On  thee,  when  waves  of  trouble  roll, 
My  fainting  hope  relies. 

106 


1  |0       EVANGELICAL  HYMN'S. 

2  To  tliee  I  tell  each  rising  grief, 

For  thou  alone  canst  heal; 
Thy  word  can  bring  a  sweet  relief, 
For  ev'ry  pain  I  feel. 

3  But  O,  when  gloomy  doubts  prevail, 

I  fear  to  call  thee  mine; 
The  springs  of  comfort  seem  to  fail, 
And  all  my  hopes  decline. 

4  Yet,  gracious  God,  where  shall  I  flee; 

Thou  art  my  only  Trust: 
And  still  my  soul  would  cleave  to  thee, 
Though  prostrate  in  the  dust. 

5  Hast  thou  not  bid  me  seek  thy  face] 

And  shall  I  seek  in  vain? 
And  can  the  ear  of  sov'reign  grace, 
Be  deaf  when  I  complain] 

6  No — still  the  car  cf  sov'reign  grace 

Attends  the  mourner's  pray'r; 
O  may  I  ever  find  access 

To  breathe  my  sorrows  there! 

119.      C.  M. 

Longing  for  'Heaven. 

SURE  'tis  in  vain  to  seek  for  bliss, 
For  bliss  can  ne'er  be  found, 
Till  we  arrive  where  Jesus  is, 
And  tread  on  heav'nly  ground. 
2  There's  nothing  round  the  spreading  skies. 
Or  on  this  earthly  clod; 
Nothing,  my  soul  that's  worth  thy  joys, 
Or  lovely  as  thy  God. 
106 


EVANGELICAL  MYMNS.       120 

4  'Tis  heav'n  on  earth  to  taste  his  love, 
To  feel  his  quick'ning  grace; 
And  all  the  heav'n  I  hope  above, 
Is  but  to  see  his  face. 
4  Dear  Sov'reign,  break  these  vital  strings, 
That  bind  me  to  my  clay; 
Help  me  to  rise  and  stretch  my  wings, 
And  mount  and  soar  away. 

J 20.     8,  8,  6.         Harrison. 

Private  Retirement — World  renounced. 

1  fXlELL  me  no  more  of  earthly  toys, 

JL    Of  sinful  mirth  and  carnal  joys, 

(The  things  I  lov'd  before:) 
Let  me  but  view  my  Saviour's  face, 
And  feel  his  animating  grace, 
And  I  desire  no  more. 

2  Tell  me  no  more  of  praise  and  wealth, 
Of  careless  ease  and  blooming  health, 

For  they  have  all  their  snares: 
Let  me  but  know  my  sins  forgiv'n. 
And  see  my  name  enroll'd  in  heav'n. 

And  I  am  free  from  cares. 

3  Tell  me  no  more  of  lofty  tow'rs, 
Delightful  gardens,  fragrant  bow'rs, 

For  these  are  trifling  things: 
The  little  room  for  me  designed, 
Will  suit  as  well  my  easy  mind, 

As  palaces  of  kings. 

4  Tell  me  no  more  of  crowding  guests, 
Of  gaudy  dress  and  sumptuous  feasts, 

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121       EVANGELICAL  HYMNS 

Extravagance  and  waste- 
My  little  table,  only  spread 
With  wholesome  herbs  and  wholesome  bread. 

Will  better  suit  my  taste. 

6  Give  me  a  bible  in  my  hand, 
A  heart  to  read  and  understand 

This  sure,  unerring  word; 
I'd  urge  no  company  to  stay, 
But  sit  alone  from  day  to  day, 
And  converse  with  the  Lord. 

121.     L.  M.         Swaii?.* 
Confidence  of  Heaven. — Titus  iii.  7. 
ND  may  I  hope,  that  when  no  more 
My  pulse  shall  beat  with  life  below, 
1  shall  the  God  of  grace  adore, 
And  all  the  bliss  of  glory  know? 

I,  who  deserve  no  place  but  hell, 

No  portion  but  devouring  fire; 
Shall  I  with  Christ,  my  Saviour,  dwell, 

Possess'd  cf  all  I  now  desire! 
Will  Jesus  own  a  wretch  like  me! 

And  tell  to  saints  and  angels  round, 
That  when  he  suffer'd  on  the  tree, 

My  sins  augmented  ev'ry  wound! 

He  will! — I  read  it  in  his  word, 
And  in  my  heart  the  witness  feel; 

I  shall  be  with,  and  like  my  Lord, 

Though  sin  oppose  in  league  with  hell. 

I  shall  be  with  him,  when  he  comes 
Triumphant  down  the  pathless  skies; 
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LV  ANGELICAL  HYMNS.       122 

And  when  his  voice  breaks  up  the  tombs, 
Among  his  children  I  skall  rise. 
122.     P.  M. 

Rapture. 
|NE  spark,  O  God!  of  heavenly  fire, 
Awakes  my  heart  with  warm  desire, 
To  reach  the  realms  above; 
Immortal  glories  round  me  shine, 
I  drink  the  streams  of  joy  divine* 

And  sing  redeeming  love. 
O,  could  I  wing  my  way  in  haste, 
Soon  with  bright  seraphs  would  I  feast, 

And  join  their  sweet  employ. 
Fd  glide  along  the  heavenly  stream, 
And  join  thei-  most  exalted  theme 
Of  everlasting  joy. 

Too  mean  this  little  globe  for  me, 
Nor  will  I  e'er  contented  be 

With  things  that  are  so  v~-in: 
Its  greatest  treasures  are  but  dross; 
Its  grandeur  short,  its  pleasures  cross'd, 

Its  joys  all  mix?d  with  pain. 
But,  resting  in  my  Saviour's  arms, 
My  soul  enjoys  transporting  charms 

Of  everlasting  love. 
There's life,there'sjoy,there's  settled  peace, ! 
A  friendship  that  will  never  cease, 

A  Rock  that  cannot  move. 
Soar  then,  my  soul!  stretch  ev'ry  thought,  "j 
To  meet  within  the  heavenly  court, 

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123       EVANGELICAL  HYMNS 

Above  this  mortal  orb; 
There,  with  the  angels,  let  me  rise, 
Arid  find  my  seat  above  the  skies, 

Where  sins  no  more  disturb. 

6  There  with  an  everlasting  band 

Of  kindred  saints,  at  God's  righs  hand, 

My  happy  soul  shall  be; 
To  soar,  to  shout,  to  reign,  to  rest, 
Forever  and  forever  bless'd, 
With  thee,  O  God,  with  thee. 

123.     L.  M.         Watts, 
Longing  for  Glory. 
1   "T'M  bound  for  New  Jerusalem, 
JL  Thither  my  bless'd  beloved's  gone; 
The  righteous  branch  of  Jesse's  stem, 
'Tis  he  I've  fix'd  my  heart  upon. 

I  Fain  would  I  climb  above  the  skies, 
To  see  the  beauties  of  his  face; 
My  faith  would  into  vision  rise, 

And  hope  would  cease  in  his  embrace. 

£  I  languish  with  extreme  desire, 
The  object  of  my  love  to  see; 
Oh  let  me  in  love's  flames  expire. 
That  I  may  with  my  Jesus  be. 

I  I  long  to  reach  the  shore  of  bliss. 

And  see  the  New  Jerusalem, 
i   Where  my  beloved  Jesus  is, 

And  spend  eternity  with  l»m. 

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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.  124,  1.25 

124.      8s.  Cowper. 

Longing  to  be  gone. 

1  fl^O  Jesus,  the  crown  of  my  hope, 

JL    My  soul  is  in  haste  to  be  gone; 
Oh!  bear  me,  ye  Cherubim,  up, 
And  waft  me  away  to  his  throne. 

2  My  Saviour!  whom  absent  I  love, 

Whom  not  having  seen  I  adore, 
Whose  name  is  exalted  above 
All  glory,  dominion,  and  power. 

Dissolve  thou  the  bands  that  detain 

My  soul  from  her  portion  in  thee; 
Oh!  strike  off  the  adamant  chain, 

And  make  me  eternally  free. 
Then  that  happy  era  begins, 

When  array  !d  in  thy  glory  I'll  shine; 
And  no  longer  pierce  with  my  sins, 

The  besom  on  whidh  I  recline. 

125.     C.  M.         F , 

Longingfor  Glory. — Phil.  i.  23. 

WHY  longed  Paul  to  be  dissolv'd, 
And  enter  into  rest: — 
The  question  here  he  hath  resolv'd; 
To  be  with  Christ  is  best. 

And  I,  like  Paul,  desire  to  die, 

I  long  for  death's  arrest; 
If  any  ask  the  reason  why — 

To  be  with  Christ  is  best. 
My  unbelief,  that  bosom  foe, 

Which  lurks  *rithin  mv  breast; 

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120       EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

So  often  seeks  my  overthrow — 
To  be  with  Christ  is  best. 

4  Had  I  a  voice  so  loud  and  strong, 

To  sound  from  east  to  west; 
Fd  tell  the  honor'd,  seeking  throng, 
To  be  with  Christ  is  best. 

5  Ocome,  sweet  Jesus,  quickly  come, 

And  cheer  my  fainting  breast; 
I  long  to  reach  my  heav'nly  home; 
To  be  with  Christ  is  best. 

6  Pinion'd  with  love,  I'd  take  the  wing, 

And  fly  to  thee  my  rest: 
There  with  the  Church  triumphant  sing, 
To  be  with  Christ  is  best. 

126.     P.  M. 

Hope  of  Heaven. 

1  ^"\H  glorious  hope  of  perfect  love!— 
V^  It  lifts  me  up  to  things  above, 

It  bears  on  eagles'  wings; 
It  gives  my  ravish'd  soul  a  taste, 
And  makes  me  for  some  moments  feast 

With  Christ,  the  King  of  kings. 

2  The  things  eternal  I  pursue, 
A  happiness  beyond  the  view 

Of  those  who  vainly  pant 
For  things  by  nature  felt  and  seen; 
Their  honor,  wealth,  and  pleasures  mean, 

I  neither  have  nor  want. 

3  Notking  on  earth  I  call  my  own; 

A  stranger  to  the  world  >  unknown, 
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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.        127 

I  all  their  goods  despise; 
I  trample  on  their  whole  delight, 
I  seek  a  country  out  of  sight, 

A  country  in  the  skies. 

There  is  my  house  and  portion  fair, 
My  treasure  and  my  heart  are  there, 

And  my  abiding  home; 
For  me  my  elder  brethren  stay, 
And  angels  beckon  me  away, 

And  Jesus  bids  me  come. 

127.     L.  M.         Hoskins. 
Living  to  Christ . — Phil.  i.  21. 

rET  thoughtless  thousands  choose  the  road 
J  That  leads  the  soul  away  from  God; 
This  happiness,  dear  Lord,  be  mine, 
To  live  and  die  entirely  thine. 

Christ  is  my  everlasting  all, 
To  him  I  look,  on  him  I  call; 
He  will  my  every  want  supply, 
In  time,  and  through  eternity. 

Soon  will  the  Lord,  my  life,  appear; 
Soon  shall  I  end  my  trials  here — 
Leave  sin  and  sorrow,  death  and  pain; 
To  live  is  Christ — to  die  is  gain. 

[  Soon  will  the  saints  in  glory  meet; 
Soon  walk  through  ev'ry  golden  street. 
And  sing  on  ev'ry  blissful  plain, 
To  live  is  Christ— to  die  i3  gain. 


128,  129  EVANGELICAL  UYUm, 

128.     L,  M.         Harrison. 
Longing  for  glory. 

1  O^8™'  that  de%ht*ul>  aw"M  day, 
*-«-  When  this  my  soul  shall  leave  her  clay; 
Mount  up  and  make  her  last  remove, 
And  join  the  church  of  Christ  above! 

2  Vain  world!  what  are  thy  toys  to  me? 
'Tis  Je3iis  whom  I  long  to  see; 

I'd  leave  my  friends,  my  life,  my  all, 
And  thus  address  this  earthly  ball:-— 

3  "Farewell!  no  more  I  tread  your  ground, 
IV  o  more  I  need  the  gospel  sound: 

My  feet  have  reach'd  the  heav'nly  shore— 

1  know  no  imperfection  more. 

•1  "Let  friends  no  more  my  sufF 'rings  mourn, 
Nor  view  my  relics  with  concern. 
Oh  cease  to  drop  the  pitying  tear— 
I've  pass'd  beyond  the  reach  of  fear. 

5  "All  glory  to  the  Lamb  of  God! 

My  robes  are  spotless  through  his  blood: 
'Tis  through  his  free  and  sovereign  grace, 

2  now  behold  his  blissful  face." 

129.     C.  M.       \Stemvett. 
Vieio  of  Canaan. — Deut.  xxxii.  49. 
1   ST\$  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand. 
\-F  And  cast  a.  wishful  eye 
To  Canaan's  fair  and  happy  land, 

Where  my  possessions  lie. 
O,  the  transporting  rapt'rous  scene. 
That  rises  to  my  sight! 
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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.       130 

Sweet  fields  array'd  in  living  green, 
And  rivers  of  delight. 

2  There  gen'rous  fruits  that  never  fail, 

On  trees  immortal  grow; 
There  rocks,  and  hills,  and  brooks,  and  vales. 

With  milk  and  honey  flow. 
All  o'er  those  wide  extended  plains, 

Shines  one  eternal  day; 
There  God,  the  Son,  forever  reigns, 

And  scatters  night  away. 

No  chilling  winds,  or  poisonous  breath. 

Can  reach  that  heal thful  shore; 
Sickness  and  sorrow,  pain  and  death , 

Are  felt  and  fear'd  no  more. 
When  shall  I  reach  that  happy  place. 

And  be  forever  bless'd ! 
When  shall  I  see  my  Father's  face, 

And  in  his  besom  rest? 

Fill'd  with  delight,  my  raptur'd  soul 

Can  here  no  longer  stay; 
Though  Jordan's  waves  around  me  roll. 

Fearless  I'd  launch  away. 
There,  on  those  high  and  tlow'ry  plains, 

My  spirit  ne'er  shall  tire; 
But  in  perpetual,  heav'nly  strains, 

Redeeming  love  admire. 

130.     C.  M.         Watts, 
The  prospect  of  Heaven  makes  death  easy- 

THERE  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 
Where  saints  immortal  reign, 
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131       EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

Infinite  day  excludes  the  night, 
And  pleasures  banish  pain. 

2  There  everlasting  spring  abides, 

And  never-with'ring  flowers: 

Death,  like  a  narrow  sea,  divides 

This  heav'nly  land  from  ours, 

3  [Sweet  fields,  beyond  the  swelling  flood, 

Stand  dress'd  in  living  green: 

So,  to  the  Jews,  old  Canaan  stood, 

While  Jordan  rell'd  between. 

4  But  tim'rous  mortals  start  and  shrink, 

To  cross  this  narrow  sea; 
And  linger,  shiv'ring  on  the  brink, 
And  fear  to  launch  away. 

5  O!  could  we  make  our  doubts  remove, 

Those  gloomy  doubts  that  rise, 
And  see  the  Canaan  that  we  love, 
With  unbeelouded  eyes! 

6  Could  we  but  climb  where  Moses  stood, 

And  view  the  landscape  o'er, 
Net  Jordan's  streams,  ijotfdeath's  cokl  flood 
Should  fright  ns  from  the  shore. 
131.     L.  M. 
A  happy  farewell  to  this  world. 

FAREWELL,  vain  world ,  I'm  going  home 
My  Saviour  smiles  and  bids  me  come; 
Bright  angels  beckon  me  ;.^ay, 
To  sing  God's  praise  in  endless  day. 
2  I'm -glad  that  I  am  born  to  die: 
From  sin  and  woe  my  soul  shall  fly; 
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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.        132 

Bright  angels  shall  convey  me  home,. 
Away  to  New  Jerusalem. 

3  And  when  to  that  new  world  I  fly, 
And  join  the  anthems  in  the  sky, 
This  note  above  the  rest  shall  swell. 
My  Jesus  has  done  all  thing*  well. 

4  I  hope  to  meet  my  brethren  there. 
Who  once  did  join  with  me  in  prayer 
Our  time  of  mourning  will  be  o'er, 
When  we  do  reach  that  happy  shore. 

5  I'll  praise  my  God  while  I  have  breath; 
:    I  hope  to  praise  him  after  death: 

I  hope  to  praise  him  when  I  die, 
And  shout  salvation  as  I  fly. 

6  We  soon  shall  hear  the  solemn  sound, 
"Awake  ye  nations  under  ground; 
Arise  and  drop  your  dusty  shrouds, 
And  meet  King  Jesus  in  the  clouds.'" 

7  There  shall  I  see  my  glorious  God, 
And  praise  him  in  his  high  abode: 
My  theme,  through  all  eternity, 
Shall,  glory,  glory,  glory,  be. 

13?.     10,  11. 

Humble  confidence  in  the  power  and  grace  of 

Chris!. 

OH ,  tell  m  e  no  more  of  this  world's  vain  store , 
The  time  for  such  trifles  with  me  now  is 
o'er; 
A  country  I've  found,  where  true  joys  abound; 
To  dwell  I'aidctermirt'd  on  that  happy  ground. 

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5  33       EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

2  The  souls  that  believe,  in  paradise  live, 
And  me,  in  that  number,  will  Jesus  receive; 
My  soul,  don't  delay,  he  calls  thee  away, 
Rise,  follow  thy  Saviour,  and  bless  the  glad  day; 

3  No  mortal  doth  know,  what  he  can  bestow. 
What  light,  strength  &  comfort  do  after  him  go? 
Lo,  onward  I  move,  to  a  country  above, 
None  guesses  how  wondrous  my  journey  wil 

prove. 

4  Great  spoils  I  shall  win,  from  death,  hell  andj 

sin,  [within. 

?Midst  outward  afflictions   shall    feel    Christ 
And  when  I'm  to  die,  receive  me,  I'll  cry, 
For  Jesus  hath  lov'd.  me,  I  cannot  tell  why. 

5  Rut  this  I  do  find,  to  him  I'm  so  join'd, 
He'll  not  live  in  glory,  and  leave  me  behind; 
So  this  is  the  race  I'm  running  through  grace, 
Henceforth  till  admitted  to  see  my  Lord's  face, 

6  And  now  'tis  my  care,  my  neighbours  may 

share  [dare? 

These  blessings;  to  seek  them  will  none  of  you 
In  bondage,  O,  why,  and  death,  will  you  lie, 
When  one  here  assures  y  oufree  grace  is  so  nigh? 

133.     S.  M.        Montgomery. 
Rest  for  the  Soul. 
I  /~\H,  where  shall  rest  be  found, 
V-7  Rest  for  the  weary  soul? 
'Twere  vain  the  ocean's  depths  to  sound, 
Or  pierce  to  either  pole, 
113 


EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.       1  34 

2  The  world  can  never  give 

The  bliss  for  which  we  sigh; 
Tis  not  the  whole  of  life  to  live, 
Nor  all  of  death  to  die. 

3  Beyond  this  vale  of  tears 

There  is  a  life  above, 
Unmeasur'd  by  the  flight  of  years — 
And  all  that  life  is  love. 

4  There  is  a  death,  whose  pang 

Outlasts  the  fleeting  breath: 
Oh!  what  eternal  horrors  hang 
Around  the  second  death! 

5  Lord,  God  of  truth  and  grace, 

Teach  us  that  death  to  shun: — 
Lest  we  be  driven  from  thy  face, 
And  evermore  undone. 

6  Here  would  we  end  our  quest- 

Alone  are  found  in  thee 
The  life  of  perfect  love — the  rest 
Of  immortality. 

134.     C.  M.         Dobell. 
Matt.  vii.  13,  14. 

1  ^JINNERS,  behold  that  downward  roas 
K^  Which  leads  to  endless  woe; 

What  multitudes  of  thoughtless  soulSj- 
The  road  to  ruin  go! 

2  But  yonder  see  that  narrow  way 

Which  leads  to  endless  bliss; 
There  see  a  happy  chosen  few, 
Redeenrd  by  iovereign  grace. 

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135       EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

3  They  from  destruction's  city  came, 

To  Zion  upward  tend: 
The  Bible  is  their  precious  guide, 
And  God  himself  their  friend; 

4  Lord,  I  would  now  a  pilgrim  be — 

Guide  thou  my  feet  aright; 
I  would  not,  for  ten  thousand  worlds, 
Be  banish'd  from  thy  sight. 

135.     S.  M.         Newton. 
Jlre  there  few  tJiat  shall  be  savedJ-huke  xiii.  23. 

1  TT|ESTRUCTION'S  dangerous  road 
JLF  What  multitudes  pursue! 

While  that  which  leads  the  soul  to  God, 
Is  known  or  sought  by  few. 

2  Believers  find  the  way 

Through  Christ  the  living  gate; 
But  those  who  hate  this  holy  way, 
Complain  it  is  too  strait. 

3  If  self  must  be  denied, 

And  sin  no  more  caress'd, 
They  rather  choose  the  way  that's  wide. 
And  strive  to  think  it  best. 

4  Encompass'd  by  a  throng, 

On  numbers  they  depend; 
They  say,  so  many  cant  be  wrong. 
And  miss  a  happy  end. 

5  But  hear  the  Saviour's  word, 

"Strive  for  the  heav'nly  gate; 
Many  will  call  upon  the  Lord, 
And  find  their  cries  too  late.'3 
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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.      136 

3  Obey  the  Gospel  call, 

And  enter  while  you  may; 
The  flock  of  Christ  is  always  small, 
And  none  are  safe  but  they. 
7  Lord,  open  sinners'  eyes, 
Their  awful  state  to  see; 
And  make  them,  ere  the  storm  arise, 
To  thee  for  safety  flee. 

136.     7,  6.         NewtoS. 
The  Alarm. 

1  ^TOP,  poor  sinners,  stop  and  think, 
lO  Before  you  further  go; 

Will  you  sport  upon  the  brink 

Of  everlasting  woe! 
On  the  verge  cf  ruin  stop — 

Now  the  friendly  warning  take— - 
Stay  your  footsteps — ere  ye  drop 

Into  the  burning  lake. 

2  Say,  have  yen  an  arm  like  God, 
That  you  his  will  oppose] 

Fear  ye  not  that  iron  rod., 

With  which  he  breaks  his  foes'? 
Can  you  stand  in  that  dread  day, 

Which  his  justice  shall  proclaim, 
When  the  earth  shall  melt  away 

Like  wax  before  the  flame? 
Ghastly  death  will  quickly  come, 

And  drag  you  to  his  jar; 
Then  to  hear  your  awful  doom, 

Will  fill  you  with  despair! 

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137      EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

All  your  sins  will  round  you  crowd, 

You  shall  mark  their  crimson  dye, 
Each  for  vengeance  crying  loud, 

And  what  can  you  reply  ? 
4  Though  your  heart  were  made  of  steel. 

Your  forehead  lin'd  with  brass; 
God,  at  length,  will  make  you  feel; 

He  will  not  let  you  pass: 
Sinners  then  in  vain  will  call, 

Those  who  now  despise  his  grace, 
"Rocks  and  mountains  on  us  fall, 

And  hide  us  from  his  face." 

137.     C.  M.        Watts. 
The  Scoffer. 

1  A  LL  ye  who  laugh  and  sport  with  death, 
■t\.   And  say,  there  is  no  hell; 
The  gasp  of  your  expiring  breath 

Will  send  you  there  to  dwell. 

2  When  iron  slumbers  bind  your  flesh, 

With  strange  surprise  you'll  find 
Immortal  vigor  spring  afresh, 
And  tortures  wake  the  m:nd! 

3  Then  you'll  confess,  the  frightful  names 

Of  plagues  you  sccrn'd  before, 
No  more  shall  look  like  idle  dreams} 
Like  foolish  tales  no  more. 
I  Then  shall  ye  curse  that  fatal  day, 
With  flames  upon  your  tongues, 
When  you  exchang'd  your  souls  away 
For  vanity  and  songs. 


EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.  128,  13 

133.      L.  M. 
To-day.— Heb.  iv.  7. 

1  TTASTEN,  O,  sinner,  to  be  wise, 
JL_E    And  stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun; 
The  longer  wisdom  yon  despise, 

The  harder  is  she  to  be  won. 

2  Oh,  hasten,  mercy  to  implore, 
And  stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun, 

For  fear  thy  season  should  be  o'er 

Before  this  evening's  course  be  run. 
Hasten,  O  sinner,  to  return, 

And  stay  not  for  t1.?  morrow's  sun, 
For  fear  thy  lamp  should  fail  to  burn 

Before  the  needful  work  is  done. 
Hasten,  O  sinner,  to  be  bless'd, 

And  stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun, 
For  fear  the  curse  shculd  thee  arrest 

Before  the  morrow  is  begun. 

139.      L.  M. 
Address  to  siimers. — Isaiah  xxxiii.  14. 

SINNER,  O  why  so  thoughtless  grown? 
Why  in  such  dreadful  haste  to  die? 
Daring  to  leap  to  worlds  unknown, 
Heedless  against  thy  Gcd  to  fly] 

2  Wilt  thou  despise  eternal  fate? 
Urg'd  on  by  sin's  fantastic  dreams; 

Madly  attempt  th'  infernal  ga^e, 
And  force  thy  passage  to  the  flames'? 

3  Stay,  sinner,  on  the  gospel  plains, 
Behole  the  God  of  lore  unfold 

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140        EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

The  glories  of  his  dying  pains, 
Forever  telling,  yet  untold! 

140.     7s.         Newton. 
Sinner,  prepare  to  meet  God. — Amos  iv.  12» 

1  DINNER,  art  thou  still  secure'? 
^3  Wilt  thou  still  refuse  to  pray! 
Can  thy  heart  or  hand  endure 

In  the  Lord's  avenging  day] 

2  See  his  mighty  arm  is  bar'd! 

Awful  terrors  clothe  his  brow! 
For  his  judgments  stand  prepar'd, 
Thou  must  either  break  or  bow. 

3  At  his  presence  nature  shakes, 

Earth,  affrighted,  hastes  to  flee; 
Solid  mountains  melt  like  wax., 
What  will  then  become  of  thee1? 

4  Who  his  advent  may  abide! 

You  that  glory  in  your  shame, 
Will  you  find  a  place  to  hide 

When  the  world  is  wrapp'd  in  flame!! 

5  Lord,  prepare  us  by  thy  grace! 

Soon  we  must  resign  our  breath; 
And  our  souls  be  call'd  to  pass 
Through  the  iron  gate  of  death. 

6  Lot  us  now  our  day  improve, 

Listen  to  the  gospel  voice; 
Seek  the  thiogs  that  are  above; 
Scorn  the  world's  pretended  joys- 


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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.  141,  142 

141.  C.  M.         Fawcett. 
Expostulation  with  sinners. 

SINNERS,  the  voice  of  God  regard, 
"lis  mercy  speaks  to-day; 
He  calls  you  by  his  sovereign  word, 

From  sin's  destructive  way. 
Like  the  rough  sea,  that  cannot  rest, 

You  live  devoid  of  peace; 
A  thousand  stings  within  your  breast, 

Deprive  your  souls  of  ease. 
Your  way  is  dark,  and  leads  to  hell; 

Why  will  you  persevere? 
Can  you  in  eudless  torments  dwell, 

Shut  up  in  black  despair] 
Why  will  you  in  the  crooked  ways 

Of  sin  and  folly  go? 
In  pain  you  travel  all  your  days, 

To  reap  immortal  woe. 

Bow  to  the  sceptre  of  his  word, 

Renouncing  every  sin; 
Submit  to  him  your  sovereign  Lord, 

And  learn  hio  will  divine. 

142.  C.  M.         Doddridge. 

GolVs  command  to  all  men  to  repent  .-Acts  xvii.30. 
1   TJ  EPENT!  the  voice  celestial  cries, 

XV  Nor  longer  dare  delay: 

The  wretch  that  scorns  the  mandate  dies, 
And  n^eets  a  fiery  day. 

No  more  the  sovereign  eye  of  God 
i^'erlooks  the  crimes  of  men; 

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143       EVANGELICAL  HYMNS 

Ids  are  dispatch'd  abroad 
To  warn  the  world  of  sin. 

3  1  ogether  in  hte  presence  bow, 

And  all  your  guilt  confess; 
Accept  the  ofier'd  Saviour  now, 
Nor  trifle  with  his  grace, 

4  Bow,  ere  the  awful  trumpet  sound, 

And  call  you  to  his  bar: 
For  mercy  knows  th'  appointed  boiuad5 
And  turns  to  vengeance  there. 

5  Amazing  love,  that  yet  will  call, 

And  yet  prolong  our  days! 
Our  hearts  subdu'd  by  goodness,  fall, 
And  weep,  and  love,  and  praise. 

143.     C.  M.         Haweis. 

Sodom's  destruction. — Gen.  xix.  14,  22 — 25 

1  Pet.  iv.  18. 

1  "\^7"IT'H  radiant  beams  the  sun  arose 

f  ▼      On  Sodom's  fated  tow'rs; 
In  pleasure's  round,  and  false  repose, 
They  spend  the  cheerful  hours. 

2  Lot's  warning  voice  they  mocking  heard, 

Their  hearts,  elate  with  pride, 
No  joy  withheld,  no  danger  fear'd — 
The  prophet  they  deride. 

3  But  sudden  o'er  the  trembling  ground 

The  heav'ns  tremendous  low 'r; 
And  streams  of  fire  and  brimstone  round 
In  torrents  downward  pour 
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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.        144 

i  They  scream — they  fly — no  hope  remains — 
Blaspheme — in  flames  expire: 
Lot,  safe  in  Zoar,  a  refuge  gains — 
"A  brand  pluck'd  from  the  fire." 
»  Sinner,  behold — the  warning  take; 
This  moment  hear  and  fear: 
For  if  the  righteous  scarce  escape, 
O,  where  wilt  thou  appear? 

144.     lis.        Andrews. 
Gospel  slighters. 
1   "\7"E  that  have  been  often  invited  to  come 
JL     To  Heaven's  great  supper,  where  yet 

there  is  room, 
The  voice  of  the  Saviour  now  hear  and  obey; 
O,  bow  to  his  sceptre  while  'tis  call'd  to-day. 
I  Your  hearts  do  not  harden,  but  turn  to  the 
Lord, 
Life,  wisdom,  and  pardon,  he'll  freely  afford; 
Abundant  salvation  to  you  shall  be  given, 
And  glory  immortal  shall  crown  you  in  heav'm 
J  But  if  you  be  hearing  as  by  the  way-side, 
And  die  unconverted,  what  must  you  abide, 
When  at  the  tribunal  of  Jesus  you  stand 
In  wild  consternation,  plac'd  on  his  left  hand? 
i  Much  will  be  required  where  much  has  been 
given;  [driven  y 

Then  gospel  dcspisers  from  God  shall  be 
And  fix'd  in  the  regions  of  blackest  despair, 
In  torments  more  dreadful  than  heathens 
shall  bear. 

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145        EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

5  While  Sodom, Gomorrah  and  Sidon  andTyre! 
Shall  suffer  in  flames  of  unquenchable  fire, 
A  sevenfold  vengeance  shall  prey  upon  all 
Who  heard,  but  rejected,  the  sweet  gospels 

call. 

6  No  bibles,  no  preaching,  no  praying  in  hell! 
To  Christ  and  salvation  forever  farewell! 
No  mercy,  no  pardon,  no  offers  of  peace; 
But  justice  and  vengeance,  instead  of  freel 

grace! 

7  O,  sinners!  take  warning,  take  warning  in 

time! 

Repenting,  believing,  seek  blessings  divine: 
Be  humble,  be  holy,  be  faithful  to  God; 
Prepare  for  admission  to  his  bright  abode. 

145.     C.  M.         Hart. 
Preparation  for  death. — Matt.  xxiv.  44. 

1  "^TAIN  man,  thy  fond  pursuits  forbear. 

v      Repent! — thy  end  is  nigh! 
Death,  at  the  farthest,  can't  be  far — 
Oh,  think  before  thou  die! 

2  Reflect — thou  hast  a  soul  to  save: 

Thy  sins — how  high  they  mount! 
What  are  thy  hopes  beyond  the  grave: 
How  stands  that  dread  account '? 

3  Death  enters — and  there's  no  defence — 

His  time,  there's  none  can  tell: 
He'll  in  a  moment  call  thee  hence, 
To  heaven — or  to  hell! 

4  Thy  flesh,  perhaps  thy  chiefest  care. 

Shall  crawling  worms  c&nsume; 
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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.       HC> 

But,  ah!  destruction  stops  not  there— 

Sin  kills  beyond  the  tomb. 
To-day  the  gospel  calls; — to-day, 

Sinners,  it  speaks  to  you: 
Let  every  one  forsake  his.  way, 
And  mercy  will  ensue. 

146.     L.  M.        Hyde. 
My  Spirit  shall  not  always  strive. — Gen.  vi.  3, 

SAY,  sinner,  hath  a  voice  within, 
Oft  whisper d  to  thy  secret  soul, 
Urg'd  thee  to  leave  the  ways  of  sin,' 
And  yield  thy  heart  to  God's  control 

Hath  something  met  thee  in  the  path 

Of  worldliness  and  vanity, 
And  pointed  to  the  coming  wrath, 

And  warn'd  thee  from  that  wrath  to  flee, 
Sinner,  it  was  aheav'nly  voice, 

It  was  the  Spirit's  gracious  call'; 
It  bade  thee  make  the  better  choice, 

And  haste  to  seek  in  Christ  thine  alL 
Spurn  not  the  call  to  life  and  light; 

Regard  in  time  the  warning  kind; 
That  call  thou  may'st  not  ahvays  slight, 

And  yet  the  gate  of  mercy  find. 
God's  Spirit  will  not  always  strive 

With  harden'd,  self-destroying  man; 
Ye,  who  persist  his  love  to  grieve, 

May  never  hear  his  voice  again . 

Sinner— perhaps  this  very  day, 
T!iv  last  accepted  time  may  be; 

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147,  143  EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

Oh,  should 'stthdii  grieve  him  now  away, 

Then  hope  may  never  beam  on  thee. 

147.     S.  M.         Hyde. 

Grieve  vol  the  Spirit. — Eph.  iv.  30,. 

1  A   IND  canst  thou,  sinner,  slight 
-tlL    The  call  of  love  divine ! 
Shall  Cod,  with  tenderness  invite. 

And  gain  no  thought  of  thine! 

2  Wilt  thou  not  cease  to  grieve 

The  Spirit  from  thy  breast, 
Till  he  thy  wretched  soul  shall  leave 
With  aii  thy  sins  oppress'dl 

3  To-day,  a  pard'ning  God 

Will  hear  the  suppliant  pray; 
To-day,  a  Saviour's  cleansing  blood 
Will  wash  thy  guilt  away. 

4  But,  grace  so  dearly  bougl  t, 

If  yet  thou  wilt  despise, 
Thv  fearful  doom  with  vengeance  frughf. 
Will  fill  thee  with  surprise. 

148.       L.    M.  HlGINBOTHOM. 

The  nigJit  eonieth. — John  ix.  4. 

1  A  WAKE,  awake,  my  sluggish  soul, 
<!*.    Awake,  and  view  the  setting  sun; 

See  how  the  shades  of  death  advance, 
Ere  half  the  task  of  life  is  done. 

2  Death! — 'tis  an  awful,  solemn  sound; 

Oh,  let  it  v,  ake  the  slumb'vmg  ear' 
Apace  the  dreadful  conqueror  comcsv 
With  all  his  pale  companions  near* 
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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.       149 

Thy  drowsy  eyes  will  soon  be  clos'd, — 

Those  friendly  warnings  heard  no  more;. 
Soon  will  the  mighty  Judge  approach, 

Ev'n  now  he  stands  before  the  door. 
To-day  attend  his  gracious  voice; 

This  is  the  summons  that  he  sends, 
"Awake, — for  on  this  transient  hour 

Thy  long  eternity  depends." 

149.     C.  M.         Needham. 
Summer;  or,  the  sluggard  reproved.-JProv,  vi.  0„ 
1    OEE  how  the  little  toiling  ant 
£/   Improves  the  harvest  hours; 
While  summer  lasts,  through  all  her  cells 
The  choicest  stores  she  pours. 

Ne'er  be  it  said,  that  toiling  ants 

Lay  up  their  stock  of  grain; 
And  man  neglects  his  great  concern, 

Eternal  life  to  gain. 
While  life  remains,  our  harvest  lasts, 

But  youth  Of  life's  the  prime; 
This  is  the  season  for  our  work, 

And  this  th'  accepted  time. 
"To-day  attend,"  is  wisdom's  voice; 

"To-morrow,"  folly  cries — 
And  still  to  morrow  'tis — when  O! 

To-day  the  sinner  dies! 
When  conscience  speaks,  its  voice  regard, 

And  seize  the  present  hour; 
Humbly  implore  the  promis'd  grace, 

And  God  will  give  the  pow'r. 

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150      EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

150.     7s.         Andrews. 
A  Call  to  Sinners. 

1  Q  IN.NERS,  now  awake,  awake, 
k3  All  your  evil  ways  forsake, 
Turn  to  God,  in  Christ  believe, 
And  your  dying-  souls  shall  live. 

2  Jesus  calls  you  by  his  word; 
Will  you  not  his  voice  regard? 
Will  you  not  incline  your  ear, 
And  his  admonitions  hear? 

3  Jesus  sends  his  Spirit  too, 
Graciously  to  strive  with  you; 
When  will  you  begin  to  feel? 
Are  jrour  hearts  as  hard  as  steel? 

4  When,  O  when  will  you  be  wise? 
Open  now  your  blinded  eyes; 
View  the  vengeance  of  the  Lord, 
Mark  the  threat'nings  of  his  word. 

5  Sinners,  sinners,  take  th'  alarm, 
While  the  Lord  makes  bare  his  arm, 
Pours  his  Spirit  from  on  high, 
Saving  rebels  doom'd  to  die. 

6  O,  improve  this  day  of  £raqc, 
Lay  to  heart  your  dreadful  case, 
Lest  the  harvest  soon  be  past, 
And  your  souls  be  lest  at  last. 

7  Now  the  calls  of  God  obey; 
Do  not  trifle  nor  delay, 
Lest  you  down  in  sorrow  lie; 
Turn,  O  turn!  why  will  you  die] 

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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.  151,152 

151.     C.  M.         Fawcett. 
Spiritual  mindedness;  or,  inward  religion. 

1  1>  ELIGION  is  the  chief  concern 
JtV  Of  mortals  here  below; 

May  I  its  great  importance  learn, 
Its  sovereign  virtue  know. 

2  More  needful  this  than  glittering  wealth', 
Or  aught  the  world  bestows; 

Not  reputation  food  or  health., 

Can  give  us  such  repose. 
Religion  should  our  thoughts  engage 

Amidst  our  youthful  bloom; 
'Twill  lit  us  for  declining  age, 

And  for  the  awful  tomb. 

4  Oh,  may  my  heart,  by  grace  renew'd. 
Be  my  Redeemer's  throne; 

And  be  my  stubborn  will  subdu'd, 
His  government  to  own. 

5  Let  deep  repentance,  faith,  and  love, 

Be  join'd  with  godly  fear; 
And  all  my  conversation  prove 
My  heart  to  be  sincere. 

162.     L.  M.    |$^Lee. 
Religion. — Prov.  iv.7. 

TEACH  us,  O  Lord,  the  great  concern, 
To  know  thy  will,  thy  name  to  love? 
Our  duty  from  thy  word  to  learn, 

And  gain  the  wisdom  from  above. 
Religion,  richest  blessing  given, 
Fountain  of  all  our  joys  below, 

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3  53      EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

Bids  mortals  lift  their  eyes  to  heaven, 
In  scenes  of  darkness  and  of  woe. 

3  Religion  must  be  all  in  all, 

Would  we  th'  immortal  prize  obtain, 
Retrieve  the  ruins  of  the  fall, 

And  'scape  the  death  of  endless  pain. 

4  Send  thy  good  Spirit,  Lord,  we  pray, 

To  sanctify  and  cleanse  our  heart: 
May  we  repent,  believe,  obey, 

And  from  thy  service  ne'er  depart. 

1.53.     P.  M. 

Warning-  to  youth. 

1  "O  EMEMBER,  blooming  youth,  you  must 
JL*->         die,  you  must  die, 

Remember ,  blooming  youth,  you  must  die: 
Remember,  blooming  youth,  who  shun  the 

ways  of  truth, 
And  in  your  follies  boast,  you  must  die, 

you  must  die. 

2  Uncertain  are  your  days,  here  below,  &c. 

Uncertain  are,  &c.  [ny  ways 

Uncertain  are  4K>ur  days,  for  God  has  ma- 

To  bring  you  tayour  graves  here  below ,&c. 

n>  To-morrow  you  may  die  and  be  lost,  &c. 

To-morrow  you,  &c.  [row  lie 

To-morrow,  you  may  die,  and  down  in  sor„ 

To  weep,  lament,  and  cry  in  despair,  &c# 
\  And  if  you  travel  down  the  broad  road,  &c 

And  if  you,  &c. 


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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.       154 

And  if  )rou  travel  down,  you  meet  God's 
righteous  frown,  [roat1   k.c< 

With  all  that   travel   down    the    broad 
Before  the  judgment  seat  you  must  <^tn: 

Before  the,  &c.  [roillioj  - 

Before  the  judgment  seat,  when    com 

To   hear  your  righteous   fate  you 
stand,  &.c. 
The  God  who  built  the  sky,  great  I  AM,  &c. 

The  God  who,  &c.  [cannot  lie, 

The  God  who  .built  the  sky,  has  said,  r.nd 

Impenitents  must  die,  and  be  lost,  x.  -\ 
Then,Oyoungfriends, don't youl entreat  g>c 

Then,  O  young,  &e.  [ways  pursue^ 

Then,  O  young;  friends,  don't  you  ungodly 

Yourprecious  souls  t'  undo,  I  entreat,  &c. 

But  to  the  Saviour  flee, — 'scape  for  life,  Sec. 

But  to  the,&c* 
But  to  the  Saviour  flee,  lest  death  eternal  be 

Your  awful  destiny — 'scape  for  life!  ',c. 

154.     L.  M. 
Warning  to  Youth. 

YE  lovely  bands  of  blooming  youth, 
Warn'dby  the  voice  of  heav'nly  truth, 
Now  yield  to  Christ  your  youthful  prime, 
With  all  ytmr  talents  and  your  time. 

Think  on  your  end — nor  thoughtless  say, 
"I'll put  far  off  the  evil  day;" 
Ah!  not  a  moment's  in  your  pow'r. 
And  death  stands  ready  at  the  door. 

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155,156  EVANGELICAL  HYMNS, 

3  Eternity! — how  near  it  rolls! 
Count  the  vast  value  of  your  souls! 
Beware!  and  count  the  awful  cost, 
What  they  have  gain 'd  whose  souls  are  lost. 

4  Pride,  sinful  pleasures,  lusts  and  snares, 
Beset  your  hearts,  your  eyes,  your  ears—* 
Take  the  alarm — the  danger  fly! 

Lord,  save  me!  be  your  earnest  cry. 

155.     L.  M.         Cowper. 
Vanity  of  the  world. 

THE  joy  that  vain  amusements  give, 
To  him  who  thoughtless  sports  and  sings, 
Is  like  the  honey  ©f  a  hive, 

When  guarded  by  a  thousand  stings. 
%  'Tis  thus  the  world  rewards  the  fools 
Who  live  upon  her  treach'rous  smiles; 
She  leads  them  blindfold,  by  her  rules, 
And  ruins  all  whom  she  beguiles,    v 

3  'Tis  thus  that  thousands  hasten  down 

From  pleasure  into  endless  woe; 
And  with  a  long  despairing  groan, 
Blaspheme  their  Maker  as  they  go. 

4  Warn'd  by  their  woes,  may  we  be  wise, 

Delighting  in  a  Saviour's  charms; 
Then  God  will  take  us  to  the  skies, 
Embrac'd  in  everlasting  arms. 

156.     C.  M.        Logan, 
Job  xiv.2. 
i  g~^\  AY  is  thy  mourning; — flattering  hope 
%Jf  Thy  sprightly  step  attends; 
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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.         ]57 

But  soon  the  tempest  howls  behind, 
And  the  dark  niglit  descends! 

2  Before  its  splendid  hour,  the  cloud 

Comes  o'er  the  beam  of  light; 
A  pilgrim  in  aweary  land, 
Man  tarries  but  a  night! 

3  Determin'd  are  the  days  that  fly 

Successive  o'er  thy  head; 
The  number'dhour  is  on  the  wing, 
That  lays  thee  with  the  dead. 

157.     L.  M.         Watts. 
Advice  to  Youth.— Ecc.  xii.  1,  7.     Isa.  lxv.  20. 

1  jV  OW,  in  the  heat  of  youthful  blood, 
i-^l    Remember  your  Creator  God; 
Behold  the  months  come  bast'ningon, 
When  you  shall  sey,  "My  joys  are  gonel" 

2  Behold  the  aged  sinner  goes, 
Laden  with  guilt  and  heavy  woes, 
Down  to  the  regions  of  the  deadt 
With  endless  curses  on  his  head! 

3  The  dust  returns  to  dust  again; 
The  soul,  in  agonies  of  pain, 
Ascends  to  God;  not  there  to  dwell, 
But  hears  her  doom,  and  sinks  to  hell 

4  Eternal  King,  I  fear  thy  name; 
Teach  mo  to  know  how  frail  I  am; 
And  when  my  soul  must  hence  remove, 
Give  me  a  mansion  in  thy  love. 

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158, 159  EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

158.  L.  M.         Watts. 

Life  is  the  day  of  Grace  and  Hope. — Eccl.  ix 
4—6,  10, 

1  "j  f    IFE  is  the  time  to  serve  the  Lord, 
-«-^  The  time  to  insure  the  great  reward; 
And  while  the  lamp  holds  out  to  burn, 
The  vilest  sinner  may  return. 

2  [Life  is  the  hour  that  God  hathgiv'n, 
To  'scape  from  hell,  and  fly  to  heav'n;. 
The  day  of  grace  and  mortals  may 
Secure  the  blessings  of  the  day.] 

3  The  living  know  that  they  must  die; 
But  all  the  dead  forgotten  lie: 

Their  mem'ry  and  their  sense  is  gone. 
Alike  unknowing  and  unknown. 

4  Then  what  my  thoughts  design  to  do, 
My  hands  with  all  your  might  pursue, 
Since  nodevice  nor  work  is  found, 

Nor  faith,  nor  hope,  beneath  the  ground. 

5  There  are  no  acts  of  pardon  pass'd 
In  the  cold  grave  to  which  we  haste;. 
But  darkness,  death,  and  long  despair, 
Reign  in  eternal  silence  there. 

159.  L.  M.         Dwight. 

Life  the  only  accepted  time. — Psalm  88. 
1   ^TTHILE  life  prolongs  its  precious  light, 
TT      Mercy  is  found,  and  peace  is  given? 
But  soon,  ah  soon!  approaching  night 
Shall  blot  out  every  hope  of  heaven. 

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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.       1 60 

While  God  invites,  how  bless'd  the  day! 

How  sweet  the  gospel's  charming  soundt 
"Come  sinners,  haste,  O!  haste  away, 

While  yet  a  pard'ning  God  he's  found." 
{  Soon,  borne  on  time's  most  rapid  wing, 

Shall  death  command  you  to  the  grave, 
Before  his  bar  your  spirits  bring, 

And  none  be  found  to  hear,  or  save. 

In  that  lone  land  of  deep  despair, 

No  Sabbath's  heavenly  light  shall  risej 
No  God  regard  your  bitter  prayer, 

Nor  Saviour  call  you  to  the  skies. 
Silence,  and  solitude,  and  gloom, 

In  those  forgetful  realms  appear, 
Deep  sorrows  fill  the  dismal  tomb, 

And  hope  shall  never  enter  there. 
While  God  invites,  how  bless'd  the  day! 

How  sweet  the  gospel's  charming  sound! 
Come  sinners,  haste,  O!  haste  away, 

While  yet  a  pard'ning  God  he's  found. 

160.     L.  ML 
Befwld,  I  stand  at  the  door. — Rev.  iii.  20* 

BEHOLD  a  stranger  at  the  doorl 
He  gently  knocks,  has  knock'd  before; 
Hath  waited  long — is  waiting  still; 
You  treat  no  other  friend  so  ill. 

Oh,  lovely  attitude!  he  stands 
With  melting  heart  and  loaded  hands! 
Oh,  matchless  kindness!  and  he  shows 
This  matchless  kindness  to  his  foes! 

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161       EVANGELICAL  HYMNS 

3  But  will  he  prove  a  friend  indeed? 
He  will;  the  very  friend  you  need; 
The  friend  of  sinners — yes,  'tis  He, 
With  garments  dy'd  on  Calvary. 

4  Rise,  touch'd  with  gratitude  divine, 
Turn  out  his  enemy  and  thine, 
That  soul-destroying  monster  sin, 
And  let  the  heavenly  stranger  in, 

5  Admit  him,  ere  his  anger  burn, 
His  feet  departed  ne'er  return; 
Admit  him,  or  the  hour's  at  hand. 
You'll  at  his  door  rejected  stand 

161.     C.  M, 
The  Saviour  knocking. 

1  a  MAZING  sight,  the  Saviour  stands 
jlTL  And  knocks  at  every  door' 

Ten  thousand  blessings  in  his  hands 
To  satisfy  the  poor. 

2  "Behold,"  he  saith,  "I  bleed  and  die 

"  To  bring  you  to  my  rest: — 
"Hear,  sinners,  while  I'm  passing  by, 
"And  be  forever  bless'd. 

3  "Will  you  despise  my  bleeding  love, 

"And  choose  the  way  to  hell! 
"Or  in  the  glorious  realms  above, 
"With  me  forever  dwell? 

4  "Not  to  condemn  your  wretched  race 

"Have  I  in  judgment  come; 
"But  to  display  unbounded  grace. 
"And  bring  lost  sinners  home, 
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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.       162 

"Will  you  go  down  to  endless  night, 

"And  bear  eternal  pain? 
"Or  in  the  glorious  realms  of  light 

"With  me  forever  reign] 

"Say,—- will  you  hear  my  gracious  voice> 

"And  have  your  sins  forgiven? 
"Or  will  you  make  that  wretched  choice, 
"  And  bar  yourselves  from  heaven?" 
162.     C.  M.         Cowper. 
J\ow  is  the  accepted  time. 
I  TVTOW  is  the  time,  th'  accepted  hour* 
-L^l    O  sinners,  come  away; 
The  Saviour's  knocking  at  your  door, 

Arise  without  delay. 
Oh',  don't  refuse  to  give  him  room, 

Lest  mercy  should  withdraw; 
He'll  tlion  in  robes  of  vengeance  come 
To  execute  his  law. 

Then  where,  poor  mortals,  will  you  be^ 

If  destitute  of  grace, 
When  you  your  injur'd  Judge  shall  see, 

And  stand  before  his  face! 
Oh!  could  you  shun  that  dreadful  sight, 

How  would  you  wish  to  fly 
To  the  dark  shades  of  endless  night, 

From  that  all  searching  eye! 
The  dead  awak'd  must  all  appear} 

And  you  among  them  star  d, 
Before  the  great  impartial    ar, 

Arraign'd  at  Christ's  left  hand. 

Ml 


163,164  EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

163.     S.  M.         Dobell. 

Behold,  now  is  the  accepted  time. — 2  Cor.  vi.2. 

1  TVTOW  is  th'  accepted  time, 
-L  1    Now  is  the  day  of  grace; 
Now,  sinners,  come  without  delay, . 

And  seek  the  Saviour's  face. 

2  Now  is  th'  accepted  time, 

The  Saviour  calls  to  day; 
To-morrow  it  may  be  too  late; 
Then  why  should  you  delay. 

3  Now  is  th'  accepted  time, 

The  gospel  bids  you  come; 

And  every  promise  in  his  word 

Declares  there  yet  is  room. 

4  Lord,  draw  reluctant  souls, 

And  feast  them  with  thy  love, 
Then  will  the  angels  clap  their  wings, 
And  bear  the  news  above. 

5  At  length  around  thy  throne 

They  shall  thy  face  behold; 
While  through  eternity  they'll  strive 
Their  raptures  to  unfold. 

161.     C.  M.         Steele. 
The  Saviour's  invitation — John  vii.  37. 
1   rSHHE  Saviour  calls — let  every  ear 
JL    Attend  the  heavenly  sound; 
Ye  doubting  souls,  dismiss  your  feav, 
Hope  smiles  reviving  round. 
%  For  every  thirsty,  longing  heart, 
Here  streams  of  bounty  flow, 
142 


EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.        165 

And  life,  and  health,  and  bliss  impart 
To  banish  mortal  woe. 

Here  springs  of  sacred  pleasure  rise 

To  ease  your  every  pfe  in, 
(Immortal  fountain!  full  supplies!) 

Nor  shall  you  thirst  in  vain. 
Ye  sinners,  come,  'tis  mercy's  voice. 

The  gracious  call  obey; 
Mercy  invites  to  heavenly  joys, 

And  can  you  yet  delay; 
Dear  Saviour,  draw  reluctant  hearts, 

To  thee  let  sinners  fly; 
And  take  the  bliss  thy  lcjve  imparts, 

And  drink,  and  never' die. 

165.     P.  M.  Phippard, 

God  reasoning  with  num. — Isa.  i.  13. 

YE  sin  sick  souls  draw  near, 
And  banquet  with!  your  King, 
His  royal  bounty  share, 
And  loud  hosannas  siilr;: 


Here  mercy  reigns,  hei 
Here's  blood  to  heal  yo 
Here's  clothing  for  the 
Here's  comfort  for  the  i 
Here's  strength  for  ten 
And  cordials  for  the  sic  jk 

Here's  all  a  soul  can 

Laid  up  in  Christ,  tS  je  living  head 

But  may  a  soul  like  mine, 
Allstaiu'd  with  guilt  a  [id  blood. 

14 


e  peace  abounds, 

ir  dreadful  wound: 

>oor; 

peak: 

pted  soul?, 

i — 

v  ant  or  need, 


166       EVANGELICAL  rfYxMNS. 

Approach  the  throne  of  grace, 

And  converse  hold  with  God] 

Yes!  Jesus  calls; — Come,  sinners  come, 
In  mercy's  arras  there  yet  is  room. 

4  He's  on  a  throne  of  grace, 
And  waits  to  answer  pray'rj 
What  though  thy  sin  and  guilt 
Like  crimson  doth  appear, 

The  blood  of  Christ  divinely  flows, 
A  healing  balm  for  all  thy  woes. 

5  Oh  wondrous  love  and  grace-;- 
Did  Jesus  die  forme! 

Were  all  my  niun'rous  debts 
Discharg'd  on  Calvary? 

Yes,  Jesus  died — the  work  is  dotle-^- 

He  did  for  all  my  sins  atone. 

6  On  earth  I'll  sing  his  love— - 
In  heav'n  I  too  shall  join 
The  ransom'd  of  the  Lord, 
In  accents  all  divine; 

And  see  my  S  aviour  face  to  face, 
And  ever  dwell  in  his  embrace* 
166.     8,  7. 
Matthew  xi.  28. 

HARK,  what  sounds  are  these  so  pleasing! 
Sinners  wip  e  the  falling  tear; 
Love  divine,  and  never  ceasing, 
Speaks,  let  ev  »ry  sinner  hear. 
2  "Come  to  me,  all  ye  that  labor, 
Heavy  laden  s  inners  come;" 
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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.       167 

None  more  welcome  to  the  Saviour 
Than  the  guilty  and  undone. 

Hear  the  kind  Redeemer  press  you, 

Cease  to  heave  the  plaintive  sigh, 
Let  not  guilt  or  fear  depress  you; 

Come  and  ye  shall  never  die. 
Come  with  contrite  hearts,  and  wonder 

How  such  mercy  you  withstood; 
Parch'd  with  thirst,  and  starv'd  with  hunger, 

Fill  your  souls  with  heav'nly  food. 
If  by  sin,  and  sore  temptation 

You  are  weary  and  oppress'd, 
Hcjar  the  Saviour's  invitation; 

"Come,  and  I  will  give  you  rest." 
Let  not  guilty  hesitation 

Keep  you  from  a  heavenly  feast, 
Meet  the  gracious  invitation, 

Come,  and  Christ  will  give  you  rest. 

167.      L.   M.  C'OLLYER. 

Jer.  xxxi.  13—20. 

RETURN,  O  wanderer,  return. 
And  seek  an  iniur'd  Father's  face; 
Those  warm  desires  that  in  thee  burn, 
Were  kindled  by  reclaiming  grace. 
Return,  O  wanderer,  return, 

And  seek  a  Father's  melting  heart; 
His  pitying  eyes  thy  grief  discern, 

His  hand  shall  heal  thine  inward  smart. 
Return,  O  wanderer,  return, 
Thy  Saviour  bids  thy  spirit  live; 
K    '  1* 


168       EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

Go  to  his  bleeding  feet,  and  learn 
How  freely  Jesus  can  forgive. 
4  Return,  O  wanderer,  return, 

And  wipe  away  the  falling  tear; 
3Tis  God  who  says,  "No  longer  mourn/' 
'Tis  mercy's  voice  invites  thee  near. 

163.     8,  7,  4.         Allen. 
Expostulation  and  warning. 

1  RUNNERS,  will  you  scorn  the  message. 
£-5  Sent  in  mercy  from  above? 

Every  sentence — O,  how  tender! 
Every  line  is  full  of  love; 

Listen  to  it — 
Every  line  is  full  of  love. 

2  Hear  the  heralds  of  the  gospel, 

News  from  Zion's  King  proclaim, 
To  each  rebel  sinner — "Pardon, 
"Free  forgiveness  in  his  name." 

Hew  important! 
Free  forgiveness  in  his  name! 

3  Tempted  sculs,  they  bring  you  succour; 

Fearful  hearts,  they  quell  your  fears; 
And  with  news  of  consolation, 
Chase  away  the  falling  tears: 

Tender  heralds — 
Chase  away  the  falling  tears. 

4  False  professors,  grov'Iing  worldlings 

Callous  hearers  of  the  word, 
While  the  messengers  address  you. 
Take  the  warnings  they  afford; 
146 


EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.        169 

We  entreat  you, 
Take  the  warnings  they  afford. 

Who  hath  our  report  believed! 

Who  received  the  joyful  word* 
Who  embraced  the  news  of  pardon 
Offer'd  to  you  by  the  Lord? 

Can  you  slight  it — 
Offer'd  to  you  by  the  Lord? 
O,  ye  angels,  hovering  round  us, 

Waiting  spirits,  speed  your  way 
Hasten  to  the  court  of heuvea, 
Tidings  bear,  without  delay: 

Rebel  sinners 
Glad  the  message  will  obey. 
169.      L.  M. 
limitation  to  youth. 


T 


O-DAY,  if  ye  will  hear  his  voice., 


Now  is  the  time  fo  make  your  choice; 
Say,  will  you  to  Mount  Zion  go? 
Say  will  you  have  this  Christ,  or  no? 
Ye  wand'ring  souls,  who  find  no  rest, 
Say,  will  you  be  forever  bless'd? 
Will  you  be  sav'd  from  sin  and  hell? 
Will  you  with  Christ  in  glory  dwell? 
Come  now.  deJb  youth,  for  ruin  bound 
Obey  the  gospel's  joyful  sound; 
Come,  go  with  us,  and  you  shall  prove 
The  joy  of  Christ's  redeeming  love. 
Once  more  we  ask  you  in  his  name — - 
For  yet  his  love  resaaina  tk«  same — 


170       EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

Say,  Trill  you  to  Mount  Z ion  go? 
Say,  will  you  have  this  Christ,  or  no? 
5  Leave  all  your  sports  and  glittering  toys, 
Come,  share  with  us  eternal  joys; 
Or  must  we  leave  you  bound  to  hell? 
Then,  dear  young  friends,  a  long  farewell' 

170.     S.  M.         Doddridge. 
James  iv.  13,  14. 

1  FTHO-MORROW,  Lord,  is  thine, 

JL    Lodg'd  in  thy  sovereign  hand; 
And,  if  its  sun  arise  and  shine, 
It  shines  by  thy  command. 

2  The  present  moment  flies, 

And  bears  our  life  away; 
O,  make  thy  servants  truly  wise; 
That  they  may  live  to-day. 

3  Since  on  this  winged  hour 

Eternity  is  hung, 
Waken,  by  thy  almighty  power, 
The  aged  and  the  young. 

4  One  thing  demands  our  care; 

O,  be  it  still  pnrsu'd; 
Lest,  slighted  once,  the  ser.scnfair 
Should  never  be  renew  "a, 

i  To  Jesvs  may  we  fly, 

Swift  as  the  morning  light, 
Lest  life's  young  golden  beam  should  chV 
In  sudden,  endless  night. 

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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.  171, 17 

171.       C.    -M.  MoNTGOltfEEMT.      ' 

The  soul.— Mark  viii.  36. 

WHAT  is  the  thing  of  greatest  price. 
The  whole  creation  round! 
That  which  was  lost  in  Paradise, 

That  which  in  Christ  is  found: 
The  soul  of  man — Jehovah's  breath— 

That  keeps  two  worlds  at  strife; 
Hell  moves  beneath  to  work  its  dea*^  . 

Heaven  stoops  to  give  it  life. 
God,  to  redeem  it.  did  not  spare 

His  well  beloved  Son; 
Jesus,  to  save  it,  deign'd  to  bear 

The  sins  of  all  in  one. 
And  is  this  treasure  borne  below, 

In  earthen  vessels  frail? 
Can  none  its  utmost  value  know. 

Till  flesh  and  spirit  failt 
Then  let  as  gather  round  the  cross., 

That  knowledge  to  obtain; 
Not  by  the  soul's  eternal  loss, 

But  everlasting  gain. 

172.     LM.         C.  Wesley. 
Invitation  to  sinners. — Matt.  xxii.  4. 

SINNERS,  obey  the  gospel  word, 
Haste  to  the  supp3r  of  your  Lord; 
Be  wise  to  know  your  gracious  day, 
All  things  are  ready,  come  awa}. 
Ready  the  Father  is  to  own, 
And  kiss  his  late  returning  son; 

1« 


•j 73        EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

Ready  the  gracious  Saviour  stands. 
And  spreads  for  you  his  bleeding  hands. 

3  Ready  the  Spirit  from  above, 
To  fill  the  sinful  heart  with  love; 
T' apply  and  witness  Jesus'  blood, 
And  wash  and  seal  you  sons  of  God. 

4  Ready  for  you  the  angels  wait, 
To  triumph  in  your  bless'd  estate; 
Tuning  their  harps  by  which  they  praise 
The  wonders  of  redeeming  grace. 

6  Come,  then,  ye  sinners,  to  the  Lord, 
To  happiness  in  Christ  restor'd; 
HisprofTer'd  benefits  embrace, 
The  plenitude  of  gospel  grace. 

173.     C.  M.         Jones. 

The  successful  resolve.  "I  will  go  in  unto  th< 

King." — Esther  iv.  16. 

i   rf"^OME,  humble  sinner,  in  whose  breast 
\y  A  thousand  thoughts  revolve; 
Come,  with  your  guilt  and  fear  oppressed. 
And  make  this  last  resolve: 

2  "I'll  go  to  Jesus,  though  my  sin 

Hath  like  a  mountain  rose; 
I  know  his  courts,  I'll  enter  in. 
Whatever  may  oppose. 

3  "Prostrate  I'll  lie  before  his  throne, 

And  there  my  guilt  confess 
J'll  tell  him  I'm  a  wretch  undone, 
Without  hia  sovereign  grace. 
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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.       17, 

%  'I'll  to  the  g?acious  King  approach, 

Whose  sceptre  pardon  gives; 
Perhaps  he  may  command  my  touch, 

And  then  the  suppliant  lives. 
"Perhaps  he  will  admit  my  plea; 

Perhaps  will  hear  my  prayer; 
But  if  I  perish,  I  will  pray, 

And  perish  only  there. 
"I  can  but  perish  if  I  go, 

I  am  resolv'd  to  try; 
For  if  I  stay  away,  I  know 

I  must  forever  die.,' 

174.      7s. 
If  I  perish,  I  perish. — Esther  iv.  16. 

IF  I  perish  I  will  go, 
Trembling  to  the  Saviour's  feet; 
Here  his  favour  he'll  bestow, 

Here  I  may  forgiveness  meet. 
If  I  perish,  I  will  go; 

He  perhaps  may  pity  me: 
Unbelief  still  answers — no, 

He  will  not  a  wretch  like  thee. 
If  I  perish,  I  will  go; 

Though  I'm  lost,  I  can  but  try; 
Should  he  mercy  never  show, 

Begging  I  will  live  and  die. 
If  I  perish,  I  must  own 

God  is  just  to  banish  me; 
But  I'll  venture  near  his  throne, 

For  hi*  pardons  all  are  free. 

151 


175       EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

5  If  I  perish— -stay  my  fears; 

Can  I  perish  at  his  feet, 
Who,  to  pay  my  great  arrears. 
Died  and  lives  my  advocate? 

6  Dearest  Savidur,  let  me  live, 

Stretch  thy  sceptre  out  to  me; 
All  my  sins,  though  great,  forgive; 
Speak  the  word,  and  set  me  free. 

175.      7s. 
Matthew  xi.  28. 

1  ^♦OME,  ye  weary  sinners,  come, 
V-^  All,  who  feel  yourhoavy  load; 
Jesus  calls  the  wand'rers  home; 

Hasten  to  your  pard'ning  God. 
Come,  ye  guilty  souls  oppress'd, 

Answer  to  the  Saviour's  call; 
"Come,  and  I  will  give  you  rest; 

Come,  and  I  will  save  you  all." 

2  Jesus, — full  of  truth  and  love, 

We  thy  kindest  call  obey, 
Faithful  let  thy  mercies  prove, 

Take  our  load  of  guilt  away, 
Weary  of  this  war  within, 

Weary  of  this  endless  strife, 
^Veary  of  ourselves  and  sin, 

Wea-ry  of  a  wretched  life. 

3  Burden'd  with  a  world  of  grief, 

Burden'd  with  our  sinful  load, 
Burden'd  with  this  unbelief, 
Burden'd  with  the  wrath  of  God, 
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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.       176 

Lo,  we  come  to  thee  for  ease, 
True  and  gracious  as  thou  art; 

Now  our  weary  souls  release, 
Write  forgiveness  on  our  heart. 

176.     8,  7,  4,         Hart. 
7otne  and  welcome  to  Jesus  Christ. — Tsa^lv.  1. 

COME,  ye  sinners,  poor  an:l  wretched, 
Weak  and  wounded,  sick  and  spre; 
Jesus  ready  stands  to  save  you, 
Full  of  pity,  love  and  power: 

He  is  able, 
He  is  willing-;  doubt  no  more! 

Ho!  ye  needy,  come  and  welcome; 

God's  free  bounty  gloriiy: 
True  belief,  and  true  repentance, 

Every  grace  that  brings  us  nigh — 
Without  money, 

Come  to  Jesus  Christ,  and  buy. 

Let  not  conscience  make  you  linger, 

Nor  of  fitness  fondly  dream; 
All  the  fitness.he  requireth, 

Is  to  feel  your  need  of  him; 
This  he  £>ves  you; 

'Tis  the  Spirit's  rising  beam. 

Come,  ye  weary,  heavy  laden^ 

Bruis'd  and  mangled  by  the  fall; 
If  you  tarry,  till  you're  better, 
You  will  never  come  at  all. 

Nat  the  righteous, 
Sinners  Jesus  came  to  call. 

155 


177        EVANGELICAL  HYMNS- 

5  tzing  in  the  garden, 

Lo!  your  Maker  prostrate  lies! 
On  tne  Moody  tree  behold  him; 
Hear  him  cry,  before  he  dies; 

"ItisfinishM!" 
Sinner,  will  not  this  suffice1? 

6  Lo!  th*  incarnate  God  ascended, 

Fler.ds  tne  merits  of  his  blood; 
Venture  on  him,  venture  wholly, 
Lee  no  ether  trust  intrude', 

Nc:>.e  but  Jesus 
Can  uo  helpless  sinners  good. 

7  Saints  and  angels,  join'd  in  concert, 

Sing:  the  praises  of  the  Lamb; 
While  the  blissful  seats  of  heaven 
Sweetly  echo  with  his  name: 

Hallelujah! 
Sinners  here  may  sing  the  same. 

177.     P.  M.         Newton. 
Inviting. 

1  Q  INNER,  hear  the  Saviour's  call, 
^    He  now  is  pascing  by, 

He  lias  seen  thy  grievous  thrall, 
And  heard  thy  mournful  cry. 

He  has  pardons  to  impart, 

G-'ace  to  save  thee  from  thy  fears:- 

See  the  love  that  fills  his  heart, 
And  wipes  away  thy  tears. 

2  Why  art  thou  afraid  to  come. 

And  tell  him  all  thy  easel 
J54 


EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.         17: 

He  will  not  pronounce  thy  doom, 
Nor  frown  thee  from  his  face. 

Wilt  thou  fear  Immanuell 

Wilt  thou  dread  the  Lamb  of  God, 

Who,  to  save  thy  soul  from  hell, 
Has  shed  his  precious  blood! 

*  Think,  how  on  the  cross  he  hung, 

Piero'd  with  a  thousand  wounds; 
Hark!  from  each,  as  with  a  tongue, 

The  voice  of  pardon  sounds! 
See,  from  all  his  bursting  veias, 

Blood  of  wondrous  virtue  flow, 
Shed  to  wash  away  thy  stains, 

And  ransom  thee  from  woe. 

4  Though  his  majesty  be  great, 

His  mercy  is  no  less; 
Though  he  thy  transgressions  hate. 

He  feels  for  thy  distress. 
By  himself  the  Lord  has  sworn 

He  delights  not  in  thy  death; 
But  invites  thee  to  return, 

That  thou  may'st  live  by  faith. 

5  Raise  thy  downcast  eyes,  and  see 

What  throngs  his  throne  surround; 
These,  though  sinners  once  like  thee. 

Have  full  salvation  found. 
Yield  not  then  to  unbelief, 

While  he  says  "there  yet  is  room/"' 
Though  of  sinners  thou  art  chief, 

Since  Jesus  calls  thee,  etome. 

155 


178,179  EVANGELICAL  HYMNS, 

178.      L.  M. 
The  pressure  of  sin. 
1  jjT^^L  that  my  load  of  sin  were  gone, 
\-P  Oh,  that  I  could  at  last  submit, 
At  Jesus'  feet  to  lay  me  down, 
To  lay  my  soul  at  Jesus'  feet. 

2  When  shall  mine  eyes  behold  the  Lamb, 

The  God  of  my  salvation  seel 
Weary,  O  Lord,  thou  know'st  I  am, 
Yet  still  I  cannot  eonie  to  thee. 

3  Rest  for  my  soul  I  long  to  find; 

Saviour,  if  miue  indeed  tho*i  art, 
Give  me  thy  meek  and  lowly  mind, 
And  stamp  thine  image  on  my  heart. 

4  I  would  (but  thou  must  give  the  pow'r) 

My  heart  were  from  its  sins  releas'd: 
Oh,  let  rae  see  that  happy  hour, 

'Twill  fill  my  soul  with  heav'nly  peace. 

5  Come,  Lord,  the  drooping  sinner  cheer, 

Let  not  my  Jesus  long-  delay, 
Appear  in  my  poor  heart,  appear, 
My  God,  my  Saviour,  come  I  pray. 
179.     C.  M.         Brown. 
Imolc^  ing  mercy . — Luke  xviii.  13. 

1  T  OPJD,  at  thy  feet  ia  dust  I  lie, 
M-J  And  knock  at  mercy's  door; 
With  humble  heart  and  weeping  eye, 

Thy  favor  I  implore. 

2  On  ine,  O  Lard,  do  thou  display 

Thy  rich  forgiving  love; 
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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.       130 

Oh  take  my  heinous  guilt  away, 
This  heavy  load  remove. 

Without  thy. grace,  I  sink  oppress'd 

Down  to  the  gate's  of  hell; 
Oh  give  my  troubled  spirit  rest, 

And  all  my  fears  dispel. 

'Tis  mercy,  mercy,  1  implore, 

Oh  may  thy  bowels  move; 
Thy  grace  is  an  exhaustless  store, 
And  thou  thyself  art  love. 
Ei  Should  I  at  last  in  heav'n  appear, 
To  join  thy  saints  above; 
I'll  shout  that  mercy  brought  me  there. 
And  sing  thy  bleeding  love, 

180.     L.  M.         Cexmck, 
Seeking-  pardon, — Fs.  xxvii.  8. 

1  T   ORD;  at  thy  feet  I  prostrate  fall, 
Ji-i  Oppress'd  with  fears  to  thee  1  call; 
Reveal  thy  pard'ning  love  to  me, 

And  set  my  captive  spirit  free. 

2  Hast  thou  not  said,  ''Seek  ye  my  facer'1 
The  invitation  I  embrace; 

I'll  seek  thy  face;  thy  Spirit  give; 
Oh  let  me  see  thy  face,  and  live. 

3  111  wait,  perhaps  my  Lord  may  coing; 
If  back  I  turn,  hell  is  my  doom; 
Andbeggirg  in  Lis  way,  Til  lie 

'Till  the  sweet  hour  he  passeth  by. 

4  111  seek  his  face  with  cries  and  tears, 
With  secret  sighs  and  fervent  praver^j 

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81       EVANGELICAL  MYMNS, 

And  if  not  heard,  I'll  waiting  sit, 
And  perish  at  my  Saviour's  feet. 
But  canst  thou,  Lord,  see  all  my  pain, 
And  bid  me  seek  thy  face  in  vain? 
Thou  wilt  not,  canst  not,  me  deceive, 
The  soul  that  seeks  thy  face  shall  live. 
['Then  venture,  O  my  soul,  in  prayer, 
For  none  can  perish  pleading  here: 
The  blood  of  Christ,  that  crimson  sea, 
Shjill  wash  my  load  of  guilt  away.'] 
181.      h.  M. 
Prayer  of  a  penitent. — Ps.  vi. 

OH  that  the  Lord  would  hear  my  cry, 
And  stay  his  anger,  lest  I  die! 
Thy  wrath  is  just — yet  O  forgive! 
And  let  a  mourning  sinner  live. 
In  all  my  frame,  without,  within, 
T  feel  the  sad  effects  of  sin; 
How  long,  my  God,  must  I  complain, 
And  deprecate  thy  wrath  in  vain? 

Oh,  should  I  die  depriv'd  of  thee! 
What  being  else  can  succour  me? 
Thy  frowns  would  rend  my  soul  in  death, 
And  sink  it  to  the  depths  beneath. 
Ye  darling  sins,  that  plague  me  so, 
The  greatest  enemies  I  know, 
Depart — for  God  hath  heard  my  prayer, 
And  will  not  let  me  long  despair. 
No;  I  shall  yet  his  goodness  bless; 
And  when  this  transient  life  shall  pass; 
153. 


EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.  182,18a 

Then,  full  of  glory,  I  shall  prove 
He  can  be  just,  and  sinners  love. 

182.      L.  U. 
The  siimer's  prayer. 

WHEN,  gracious  Lord,  when  shall  it  "be, 
That  I  shall  find  my  all  in  thee; 
The  fulness  of  thy  promise  prove, 
The  seal  of  thine  eternal  love] 

Thee,  only  thee,  I  fain  would  find, 
And  cast  the  world  and  flesh  behind; 
A  helpless  soul,  I  come  to  thee, 
With  only  sin  and  misery. 

Lord,  I  am  sick,  my  sickness  cure; 
I  want,  do  thou  enrich  the  poor; 
Under  thy  mighty  hand  I  stoop, 
Oh  lift  the  abject  sinner  up. 

Lord,  I  am  blind,  be  thou  my  sight; 
Behold  I'm  weak,  be  thou  my  might, 
A  helper  of  the  helpless  be, 
And  let  mc  find  my  all  in  thee. 

183.     C.  M.         Steele. 
Absence  from  God. 

OH  thou,  whose  tender  mercy  hears 
Contrition's  humble  sigh; 
Whose  hand,  indulgent,  wipes  the  tears 
From  sorrow's  weeping  eye! 

Sec!  low  before  thy  throne  of  grace, 

A  wretched  wand'rer  mourn; 
Hast  thou  not  bid  me  seek  thy  face? 

Hast  thou  not  said.  Return? 

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1  8         EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

3  Absent  from  thee,  my  guide,  my  light! 

Without  one  cheering  ray; 
Through  dangers,  fears,  and  gloomy  night, 
How  desolate  my  way! 

4  Oh  shine  on  this  benighted  heart, 

With  beams  of  mercy  shine; 
And  let  thy  healing  voice  impart 
A  taste  of  joys  divine. 

5  Thy  presence  only  can  bestow 

Delights  which  never  cloy; 
Be  this  my  solace  here  below, 
And  my  eternal  joy! 

134.     7s.        Hammond. 
Penitent  seeking  Christ. — Cant.  ii.  5. 

1  £~S  RACIOUS  Lord,  incline  thine  ear, 
\J  My  requests  vouchsafe  to  hear: 
Sore  distress'd  with  guilt  am  I, 

Give  me  Christ,  or  else  I  die. 

2  [Wealth  and  honour  I  disdain; 
Earthly  comforts  all  are  vain; 
These  can  never  satisfy, 
Give  me  Christ,  or  else  I  die. 

3  Lord,  deny  me  what  thou  wilt, 
Only  take  away  my  guilt; 
Mourning  at  thy  feet  I  lie, 
Give  me  Christ,  or  else  I  die.] 

4  All  unholy  and  unclean, 

I  am  nothing  else  but  sin; 
I  to  thee  for  mercy  fly, 


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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.       1  35 

5  Thou  dost  freely  save  the  lost; 
In  thy  grace  alone  I  trust; 
With  my  earnest  suit  comply; 
Give  me  Christ,  or  else  I  die. 

6  Oh,  my  God,  what  shall  I  say] 
Take,  O  take  my  sins  away; 
Jesus'  blood  to  me  apply, 
Give  me  Christ,  or  else  I  die. 

7  Does  the  Father  seem  to  frown? 
I  take  shelter  in  the  Son; 
Jesus,  to  thine  arms  I  fly, 
Save  me,  Lord,  or  else  I  die. 

185.     C.  M.         Strong, 
The  sinner' y*  complaint. 

1  "1"    ONG  have  I  walk'd  this  dreary  road, 
-fl_^  Beset  with  darkness  round; 

Nor  seen,  nor  heard  a  smiling  God, 
Nor  one  bright  moment  found. 

2  Others,  who  once  did  join  my  speech, 

And  moura'd  in  painful  lay, 
Now.  mounting  up  with  rapture,  stretch 
To  seize  a  heav'nly  day. 
.3  Far  left  behind  to  feel  my  woe, 
With  harden'd  heart  to  groan, 
Each  pray'r,  each  struggle  sinks  me  low. 
Each  breath  repeats  my  moan. 

4  The  lengthen'*}  day,  the  gloomy  night, 
Draw  fast  the  bands  of  grief: 
Sometimes  despair  o'erclouds  my  s%Lt3 

And  saysj  "There  a  no  relief." 

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1 86       EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

5  Then  conscience  thunders,  Sinai  flame-— 

I  try  again  to  rise; 
The  trial  fails,  and  conscience  blames 
My  prayers,  my  tears,  my  cries. 

6  Tis  thus  perplex'd,  forlorn,  and  lost, 

I  spend  my  weary  days: 
No  Jesus  comes;  my  hopes  are  crossvd, 
Whiie  others  sing  and  praise. 

1GG.     L.  to.         Strong  . 

God's  answer. 

1  RUNNER,  behold  I've  heard  thy  groan, 
k->  1  know  thy  heart,  thy  life  Eve  known; 
Eve  seen  thy  hope  from  grace  proclaimed, 
Thy  trembling  fear  when  Sinai  dam'd. 

2  To  me,  the  mighty  God,  attend, 
In  me,  beheld  the  sinner's  friend; 
*Twas  I  who  gave  thy  conscience  voice,. 
Thou  hast  oppusxi  by  sinful  choice. 

C  Think  not  to  bribe  my  sovereign  grace. 
Nor  move  me  by  a  sorrowing  face; 
Tis  thine  own  heart  makes  grace  delay. 
And  hides  a  pard'niflg  glorious  day.. 

4  Mov'd  by  thy  fear,  and  not  by  love, 
Thy  daily  pray'rs  are  sent  above; 
Thou  hast  not  wish'cl  my  will  to  meet, 
Norlain  submissive  at  my  feet. 

5  Should  tiiy  proud  will  at  length  sftbnait^- 
With  holy  sorrow  deeply  smit, 

Thy  voice  would  be  the  first  to  say,. 
I'm  glorious  in  this  long  delay. 

it: 


EVANGELICAL  HYMNS,  187,  18 

6  Stay,  sinner,  cease  my  grace  to  chide, 
Nor  think  thy  moan  such  sin  can  hide; 
i  Delay  no  rn^re,  repent  and  live, 
Or  meet  the  death  my  wrath  must  give. 
187.      L.  M. 
A  sinner  submitting  to  God. 

1  "1/ET7~EARY  of  struggling  with  my  pain,. 

▼  ▼      Hopeless  to  burst  this  sinful  chain> 
\  At  length  I  give  the  contest  o'er, 
And  seek  to  free  myself  no  more. 

2  From  my  own  works  at  last  I  cease — 
God  tnat  creates  must  seal  my  peace,. 
Fruitless  my  toil,  and  vain  my  care, 
Unless,  thy  sovereign  grace  1  share. 

3  Lord,  I  despair  myself  to  heal; 
I  see  my  sin  but  do  not  feel; 
Nor  shall  I  till  thy  Spirit  blow, 
And  bid  th'  obedient  waters  flow. 

I  Tis  thine  a  heart  of  flesh  to  give, 
Thy  gifts  I  only  can  receive; 
Here  then  to  thee  I  all  resign, — 
To  draw,  redeem,  and  seal  is  thine. 

188.     L.  M.         Crutxendbk. 

Confession  and  submission. 

1  T  OWN  my  guilt,  my  sins  confess; 

X  Can  men  or  devils  make  them  more! 
Of  crimes  already  numberless, 

Vain  the  attempt  to  swell  the  score. 

2  Were  the  black  list  before  my  sight, 

While  I  reiaember  thou  hast  died, 

163 


189       EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

'Twill  only  urge  my  speedier  flight, 
To  seek  salvation  at  thy  side. 

3  Low  at  thy  feet  I'll  cast  me  down. 
To  thee  reveal  my  guilt  and  fear, 
And,  if  thou  spurn  me  from  thy  throne, 
I'll  be  the  first  who  perish'd  there. 
189.     S.  M» 
The  sinner  cured.— John  v*  2 — 9. 
1   TOESIDE  the  gospel  pool, 
■£-£  Appointed  for  the  poor, 
From  year  to  year  a  sinful  soul 
Had  waited  for  a  cure. 

2  The  voice  of  one  unknown j 

Advancing  where  he  lay, 

Bespoke  him  in  a  gentle  tone. 

And  thus  it  seem'd  te  say: 

3  "Poor,  sinful,  dying  soul, 

Why  linger  here  and  die] 
Only  consent  to  he  made  whole, 
You  need  no  longer  lie. 

4  "The  Saviour  passing  by, 

Well  knows  your  sinking  state. 
And  while  the  Saviour  is  so  nigh. 
The  sinner  need  not  wait/' 

5  That  voice  dispell'd  the  charm, 

His  fatal  slumbers  broke; 
He  saw  his  sins  Avith  fresh  alarm, 
And  fear'd  the  vengeful  stroke. 

6  Unable  to  endure, 

lie  call'd  for  aid  divine — 
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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.  190,  191 

The  great  Physician  wrought  the  cure; 
That  guilty  soul  was  mine. 

190.     L.  M.         Kelly. 
The  voice  of  mercy. 

1  ~W  HEAR  a  voice  that  comee  from  far; 
H   From  Calvary  it  sounds  abroad; 

It  soothes  my  soul,  and  calms  my  fear: 
It  speaks  of  pardon  bought  with  blood. 

2  And  is  it  true,  that  many  fly 

The  sound  that  bids  my  soul  rejoice ; 
And  rather  choose  in  sin  to  die, 
Than  turn  an  ear  to  mercy's  voice? 

3  Alas,  for  those! — the  day  is  near, 

When  mercy  will  be  heard  no  more; 
Then  will  they  ask  in  vain  to  hear 
The  voice  they  would  not  hear  before. 

4  With  such,  I  own,  I  once  appeared, 

But  now  I  know  how  great  their  loss; 
For  sweeter  sounds  were  never  heard. 
Than  mercy  utters  from  the  cross. 

5  But  let  me  not  forget  to  own, 

That  if  I  differ  aught  from  those, 
'Tis  due  to  sovereign  grace  alone, 
That  oft  selects  its  proudest  foes. 

191.     C.  M.         Collyer. 
Herein  is  love. — 1  John  iv.  10. 
1  "^K7  E  saints  assist  me  in  my  song — ■ 
J      Let  all  your  passions  move; 
To  Jesus  all  the  notes  belong — 
I  sing  redeeming  love. 

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392      EVANGELICAL  HYMNS 

2  Opposing  spirits  'gainst  his  cross, 

Their  force  united  prove; 
But  quit  the  field  with  mighty  loss, 
Crush'd  by  redeeming  love. 

3  Around  the  circle  of  his  friends 

His  tender  passions  move;    . 
And  while  he  liv'd  his  constant  theme 
Was  still  redeeming  love. 

4  Gently  he  rais'd  his  sacred  hands, 

Before  his  last  remove: 
And  the  last  whispers  of  his  tongue, 

Sigh'd  forth  redeeming  love. 
6  Through  life's  wide  waste,  with  weary  feet 

In  darkness  I  may  rove; 
But  never  can  my  heart  forget 

Redeeming,  dying  love. 

6  Oh,  that  before  his  sacred  throne, 
I  all  its  sweets  may  prove; 
Still  as  my  pleasures  rise,  my  song 
Shall  be  redeeming  love. 

192.     L.  M.         CowrER. 
The  netv  convert  humbled, 

THE  new-born  child  of  gospel  grace, 
Like  gome  fair  tree  when  summer's  nigh, 
Beneath  Immanuel's  shining  face. 
Lifts  up  his  blooming  branch  on  high. 

.2  No  fear  he  feels,  he  sees  no  foes; 
No  conflict  yet  his  faith  employs; 
Nor  has  he  learnt  to  whom  he  owes 
The  strength  and  peace  his  soul  enjoys. 
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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.       195 

•3  But  sin  soon  darts  its  cruel  sting-, 

.And  comforts  sink  from  day  to  day: 
What  seem'd  his  own,  a  self-fed  spring, 
Proves  but  a  brook  that  glides  away. 

4  When  Gideon  arm'd  his  numerous  host, 

The  Lord  soon  made  his  numbers  less* 
And  said — lest  Israel  vainly  boast— 
"My  arm  procur'd  me  this  success." 

5  Thus  will  he  bring  our  spirits  down. 

And  draw  our  ebbing  comforts  low, 
That,  sav'd  by  grace,  but  not  our  own, 
"We  may  not  claim  the  praise  we  owe. 
193.     C.  M.         Newton. 
The  new  convert  humbled. 

1  A  NXIOUS,  I  strove  to  find  the  way, 
XJa-  Which  to  salvation  led; 

I  listened  long,  I  tried  to  pray, 
And  heard  what  many  said. 

2  When  some  of  joys  and  comforts  told, 

I  fear'd  that  I  was  wrong; 
For,  I  was  stupid,  dead,  and  cold, 
Had  neither  joys  nor  song. 

3  The  Lord  my  lab'ring  heart  reliev'd, 

And  made  my  burden  light; 
Then  for  a  moment  I  believ'd, 
And  thought  that  all  was  right. 

4  Of  fierce  temptations  others  talk'd, 

Of  anguish  and  dismay; 
Through  what  distresses  they  had  walk'u* 
Before  they  found  the  way. 

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194       EVANGELICAL  HYMNS, 

5  Ah!  then  I  thought  my  hopes  were  vai», 

For  I  had  liv'd  at  ease; 
I  wish'd  for  all  my  fears  again,  • 
To  make  me  more  like  these. 

6  I  had  my  wish,  the  Lord  disclos'd 

The  evils  of  my  heart; 
And  left  my  naked  soul  expos'd 
To  Satan's  fiery  dart. 

7  Alas!  I  cried  in  deep  despair, 

Borne  clown  with  fearful  pain! 
Hov  can  I  these  fierce  terrors  bear^ 
And  who  wiHnow  sustain? 

d  Again  my  Saviour  brought  me  aid, 
A  nd  when  he  set  me  free, 
"Trust  simply  on  my  word,"  he  said, 
"And  leave  the  rest  to  me." 

194      S,  M.         Cowper. 
Warning  against  backsliding, 
J   T>EWAREof  Peter's  word, 
JO>   Nor  confidently  say, 
"I  never  will  deny  the  Lord, " 
But,  "grant  I  never  may.'-' 
%  Man's  wisdom  is  to  seek 

His  strength  in  God  alone; 
And  e'en  an  angel  would  be  weak, 
Who  trusted  in  his  own, 
3  Retreat  beneath  his  wings, 
And  in  his  grace  confide; 
This  more  exalts  the  King  of  kings* 
Than  all  your  works  beside. 
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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.         195 

4  In  Jesus  is  our  store; 

Grace  issues  from  his  throne; 
Whoever  says,  "I  want  no  more," 
Confesses  he  has  none. 

195     C.  M.         Newtox. 

0  that  I  were  as  in  months  past. — Job  xxix.  2, 

1  OWEET  was  the  time,  when  first  I  felt 
^  The  Saviour's  pard'ning  blood 
Applied  to  cleanse  my  soul  from  guilt, 

And  bring  me  home  to  God. 

2  Soon  as  the  morn  the  light  reveal'd, 

His  praises  tun'd  my  tongue: 
And  when  the  ev'ning  shades  prevaii'd, 
His  love  was  all  my  song. 

5  In  pray'r  my  soul  drew  near  the  Lord, 

And  saw  his  glory  shine; 
And  when  I  read  his  holy  word, 
I  call'd  each  promise  mine. 

4  But  now  when  ev'ning  shade  prevails, 

My  soul  in  darkness  mourns; 
And  when  the  morn  the  light  reveals^ 
No  light  to  me  returns. 

5  My  pray'rs  are  now  an  empty  noise, 

For  Jesus  hides  his  face; 
I  read — the  promise  meets  my  eyes, 
But  will  not  reach  my  case. 

6  Rise,  Lord,  now  help  me  to  prevail. 

And  make  my  soul  thy  care; 
I  know  thy  mercy  cannot  fail— - 
Let  me  that  mercy  share. 

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196,197   EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

196.     7s. 
Burdened  Pilgrim . 

1  "OILGRIM,  burden'd  with  thy  sin, 
XT    Haste  to  Zion's  gate  to-day; 
There,  till  mercy  let  thee  in, 

Knock,  and  weep,  and  watch,  and  pray. 

2  Knock — for  mercy  lends  an  ear; 

Weep — she  marks  the  sinner's  sigh; 
Watch — till  heav'niy  light  appears; 
Pray — she  hears  the  mourner's  cry. 

3  Mourning  Pilgrim!  what  for  thee 

In  this  world  can  now  remain? 
Seek  that  world,  from  which  shall  flee 
Sorrow,  shame,  and  tears  and  pain. 

4  Sorrow  shall  forever  fly; 

Shame  shall  never  enter  there: 
Tears  be  wip'd  from  ev'ry  eye; 
Pain  in  endless  bliss  expire. 

197.     L.  M.         Medley. 
Stony  heart  lamented — Ezek.  xxxvi.  26 — 37, 

1  T   ORD,  hear  a  burden'd  sinner  mouru, 
JLi  Who  gladly  would  to  thee  return; 
Thy  tender  mercies  O  impart, 

And  take  away  this  stony  heart. 

2  'Tis  this  hard  heart  which  sinks  me  down, 
Nor  asks  thy  smile,  nor  fears  thy  frown; 
This  causes  all  my  woe  and  smart; 
Lord,  take  away  this  stony  heart. 

3  'Tis  this  hard  heart  my  gracious  Lord*, 
Which  scorns  thy  love,  and  slights  thy  word. 

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EVANGELIC  Ah  HYMNS.       193 

Which  tempts  me  from  thee  to  depart; 
Lord,  take  away  this  stony  heart. 

4  'Tis  this/hard  heart  which  day  by  day, 
Would  shut  my  mouth,  nor  let  me  pray; 
Yea,  would  from  ev'ry  duty  start; 
Lord,  take  away  this  stony  heart. 

5  Sure  the  bless'd  day  will  shortly  come, 
When  this  hard  heart  shall  know  its  doom.; 
When  I  no  more  shall  sin  retain, 

Nor  of  a  stony  heart  complain. 

6  Yes,  friendly  death,  with  welcome  stroke, 
Will  loose  the  chain,  will  break  the  yoke; 
And  when  arriv'd  on  Canaan's  shore 

A  stony  heart  be  felt  no  more. 

198.     L.  M.        Hart. 
*v  Hardness  of  heart  lamented. 

1  £\H  f°r  a  glance  of  heav'nly  day, 
V-7  To  melt  this  stubborn  stone  away; 
And  thaw,  with  beams  of  love  divine, 
This  heart,  this  frozen  heart  of  mine. 

2  The  rocks  can  rend,  the  earth  can  quake, 
The  seas  can  roar,  the  mountains  shake; 
Of  feelings  all  things  shew  some  sign 
But  this  unfeeling  heart  of  mine. 

3  To  hear  the  sorrows  thou  hast  felt, 
fc  What  but  an  adamant  would  melt! 
£   But  I  ca  ^  read  each  moving  line, 

And  nothing  moves  this  heart  of  mine. 

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199       EVANGELICAL  HYMNS 

4  Eternal  Spirit,  mighty  God, 
Apply  within  the  Saviour's  blood; 
'Tis  his  rich  blood,  and  his  alone, 
Can  move  and  melt  this  heart  of  stone. 
199.     C.  M.         Williams. 
Private  devotion. 

1  "¥/|7"HILST  thee  I  seek, protecting  Power 

t?      Be  my  vain  wishes  stnTd; 
And  may  this  consecrated  hour 
With  better  hopes  be  filFd. 

2  Thy  love  the  pow'r  of  thought  bestow'd, 

To  thee  my  thoughts  would  soar: 
Thy  mercy  o'er  my  life  has  flow'd; 
That  mercy  I  adore. 

3  In  each  event  of  life,  how  clear 

Thy  ruling  hand  I  see! 
Each  blessing  to  my  soul  most  dear, 
Because  conferred  by  thee. 

4  In  every  joy  that  crowns  my  days, 

In  every  pain  I  bear, 
My  heart  shall  find  delight  in  praise^ 
Or  seek  relief  in  prayer. 

5  When  gladness  wings  my  favor'd  hour, 

Thy  love  my  thoughts  shall  fill; 
Resign 'd,  when  storms  of  sorrow  low'r, 
My  soul  shall  meet  thy  will. 

6  My  lifted  eyes,  without  a  tear, 

The  gath'ring  storm  shall  see; 
My  steadfast  heart  shall  know  no  fear; 
That  heart  will  rest  on  thee, 
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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.  200,  201 

200.     L.  M.         Hart. 
Pray  without  ceasing. — 1  Thess.  v.  17. 

1  TJRAYER  was  appointed  to  convey 
-1      The  blessings  God  designs  to  give; 
Long  as  they  live,  should  christians  pray, 

For  only  while  they  pray,  they  live. 

2  The  christian's  heart  his  prayer  indites, 

He  speaks  as  prompted  from  within; 
The  Spirit  his  petition  writes, 

And  Christ  receives  and  gives  it  in. 

3  If  pains  afflict,  or  wrongs  oppress — 

If  cares  distract,  or  fears  dismay — 
If  guilt  deject — if  sin  distress, 
The  remedy's  before  thee — pray. 

4  'Tis  prayer  supports  the  soul  that's  weak, 

Tho'  thought  be  broken — language  lame; 
Pray,  if  thou  canst,  or  canst  not  speak, 
But  pray  with  faith  in  Jesus'  name. 

201.     C.  M.         Montgomery. 

Behold  he  prayeth. — Actsix.  11. 

i  "13RAYER  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire, 
ST    Unutter'd  or  express'd; 
The  motion  of  a  hidden  tire 
That  trembles  in  tho  breast. 

2  Prayer  is  the  burden  of  a  sigh, 
The  filling  of  a  t:ar; 
The  up./ird  cri  ;  ,f  an  eye, 

When  none  but  God  is  near. 

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202       EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

3  Prayer  is  the  simplest  form  of  speech 
That  infant  lips  can  try; 
Prayer  the  sublimest  strains  that  reach 
The  majesty  on  high. 

|:  4  Prayer  is  the  christian's  vital  breath, 
The  christian's  native  air, 
His  watchword  at  the  gate  of  death- 
He  enters  heav'n  with  prayer. 
5  Prayer  is  the  contrite  sinner's  voice 
Returning  from  his  ways, 
While  angels  in  their  songs  rejoice, 
And  say, — "Behold  he  prays!" 

202.     S.  M.         Newton. 
Lnporiunate. — Luke  xviii.  1 — 1. 

1  X  ESUS,  who  knows  full  well 
*J  The  heart  of  every  saint, 
Invites  us  all  our  griefs  to  tell, 

To  pray,  and  never  faint. 

2  He  bows  his  gracious  ear — 

We  never  plead  in  vain; 
Then  let  us  wait  till  he  appear, 
And  pray,  and  pray  again. 

3  Though  unbelief  suggest, 

"Why  should  we  longer  wait?'*" 
He  bids  us  never  give  hirn  rest, 
But  knock  at  mercy's  gate. 

4  Jesus,  the  Lord,  will  hear 

His  chosen  when  they  cry; 
Yes,  though  he  may  awhile  forbear, 
He'll  help  them  from  cu  high, 
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EVANGELICAL  I-liTMJVS.       203 

5  Then  let  us  earnest  cry, 

And  never  faint  in  prayer: 
He  sees,  he  hears,  and  from  on  high, 
Will  make  our  cause  his  care. 
203.     L.  M.         Cowper. 
Exhortation  to  prayer. 

1  T3THAT  various  hindrances  we  meet 

▼  ▼      In  coming  to  a  mercy-seat! 
Yet  who,  that  knows  the  worth  of  prayer, 
But  wishes  to  he  often  there! 

2  Prayer  makes  the  darken'd  cloud  withdraw; 
Prayer  climbs  the  ladder  Jacob  saw — 
Gives  exercise  to  faith  and  love- — 
Brings  every  blessing  from  above, 

o  Restraining  prayer,  we  cease  to  fight; 
Prayer  makes  the  christian's  armour  bright; 
And  Satan  trembles,  when  he  sees 
The  weakest  saint  upon  his  knees. 

4  While  Moses  stood  with  arms  spread  wide> 
Success  wras  found  on  Israel's  side; 

But  when,  through  weariness,  they  fail'd, 
That  moment  Arnalek  prevail'd. 

5  Have  yon  no  words!  ah!  think  again; 
Words  flow  apace  when  you  complain, 
And  fill  your  fellow-creature's  ear 
With  the  sad  tale  of  all  your  care. 

6  Were  half  the  breath,  thus  vainly  spent, 
To  heav'n  in  supplication  sent, 

Your  cheerful  songs  would  oft'ner  be, 
'•'Hear  what  the  Lord  has  done  for  me!"' 

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204       EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

204.     7s.         Newton. 
Jacob's  wrestling  with  God.— Gen.  xxxii.  26. 

1  IT    ORD,  I  cannot  let  thee  go, 
-B-^  'Till  a  blessing  thou  bestow; 
Do  not  turn  away  thy  face; 
Mine's  an  urgent,  pressing  case. 

2  Dost  thou  ask  me,  who  I  am) 

Ah!  my  Lord,  thou  know'st  my  name: 
Yet  the  question  gives  a  plea, 
To  support  my  suit  with  thee! 

3  Thou  didst  once  a  wretch  behold, 
In  rebellion  blindly  bold; 

Scorn  thy  grace— thy  pow'r  defy — < 
That  poor  rebel,  Lord  was  I. 

4  Once  a  sinner  near  despair 
Sought  thy  mercy-seat  by  pray'r; 
Mercy  heard  and  set  him  free, 
Lord,  that  mercy  came  to  me. 

5  Many  days  have  pass'd  since  then, 
Many  changes  I  have  seen; 

Yet  have  been  upheld  'till  now; 
Who  could  hold  me  up  but  thou  J 

6  Thou  hast  help'd  in  ev'ry  need — 
This  emboldens  me  to  plead; 
After  so  much  mercy  past, 
Canst  thou  let  me  sink  at  last) 

7  No — I  must  maintain  my  hold-^ 

'Tis  thy  goodness  makes  me  bold.  ( 

I  can  no  denial  take, 
When  I  plead  for  Jesus'  sake, 
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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.  205, 206 

205.     C.  M.         Medley. 

My  God  will  hear  me. — Mic.  vii.  7. 

1  flpO  thee,  O  Lord,  my  heav'nly  King, 

JB_     Now  will  my  soul  draw  near; 
Thankful  of  this  sweet  truth  to  sing, 
That  thou,  my  God,  wilt  hear. 

2  Though  I  am  poor  and  needy  too, 

And  scarce  know  what  to  sayj 
And  though  my  words  are  faint  and  few, 
My  God  will  hear  me  pray. 

3  Through  Christ,  I  come,  and  mercy  claim, 

Who  lives  to  intercede; 
For  in  his  dear,  adored  name, 
My  God  will  hear  me  plead. 

4  Though  oft  with  sins,  and  doubt  and  fears, 

My  soul  is  much  cast  down; 
And  though  o'erwhelm'd  with  sighs  and  tears, 
My  God  will  hear  me  groan. 

5  Then  whilst  my  life  and  breath  remain, 

I'll  humbly  persevere; 
And  when  to  glory  I  attain, 
My  God  will  hear  me  there. 

206.     C.  M.         Hoskins. 

Prayer  fur  the  Spirit's  influence. 

1  TN  thy  great  name,  O  Lord,  we  come, 
X   To  worship  at  thy  feet; 

Oh  pour  the  Holy  Spirit  down 
On  all  that  now  shall  meet. 

2  We  come  to  hear  Jehovah  speak. 

To  hear  the  Saviour's  voicf: 

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207       EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

Thy  face  and  favour,  Lord,  we  seek, 
Now  make  our  hearts  rejoice. 

3  Teach  us  to  pray,  and  praise,  and  hear. 

And  understand  thy  word; 
To  feel  thy  blissful  presence  near, 
And  trust  our  living  Lord. 

4  Let  sinners,  Lord,  thy  goodness  prove, 

And  saints  rejoice  in  thee; 
Let  rebels  be  subdu'd  by  love, 
And  to  the  Saviour  flee. 

207.     C.  M.         Watts. 
Breathing  after  the  Holy  Spirit. 
2   |T^OME,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
\~ -'  With  all  thy  quick'ning  powers; 
Kindle  a  flame  of  sacred  love 
In  these  cold  hearts  of  ours. 

2  Look  how  we  grovel  here  below, 

Fond  of  these  trifling  toys; 
Our  souls  can  neither  fly  nor  go 
To  reach  eternal  joys. 

3  In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  songs, 

In  vain  we  strive  to  rise; 
Hosannas  languish  on  our  tongues, 
And  our  devotion  dies. 

4  Dear  Lord!  and  shall  we  ever  live 

At  this  poor  dying  rate? 
Our  love  so  faint,  so  cold  to  thee. 
And  thine  to  us  so  great? 

5  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 

With  allkhv  quick'ning  power?; 
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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.  203,  209 

Come,  shed  abroad  a  Saviour's  love 
A-iid  that  shall  kindle  ours. 

208.     S.  M.         Hart; 
John  xiv.  26. 

1  f^lOME  Holy  Spirit,  comer 
Vy  Let  thy  bright  beams  arise; 
Dispel  thee  sorrow  from  cur  minds— 

The  darkness  from  our  eyes^ 

2  Convince  us  of  our  sin; 

Then  lead  to  Jesus'  blood; 
And  to  our  woud'ring  view  reveal 
The  secret  love  of  God:. 

$  'Tis  thine  to  cleanse  the  heart- 
To  sanctify  the  soul — 

|   To  pour  fresb  life  in  every  part. 
And  new-create  the  whole. 

4  Revive  our  drooping  faith; 

Our  doubts  and  fears  remove; 
And  kindle  in  our  breasts  the  liame; 

fOf  never-dying  love. 
209.     S.  M.         ft. 
Invocation  to  the  Holy  Spirit. 
\  T> LEST  Comforter  Diviae! 
-S3    Whose  rays  of  heavenly  love 
Amid  our  gloom  and  darkness  shine, 

And  point  our  souls  above; — 
Thou — who  with  "still  small  voice" 

Dost  stop  the  sinner's  way, 
And  bid  the  mourning  saint  rejoice, 
Though  earthly  joys  decay; — 

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210       EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

3  Thou—  whose  inspiring  breath 

Can  make  the  cloud  of  care. 
And  e'en  the  gloomy  vale  of  death 
A  smile  of  glory  wear; — 

4  Thou — who  dost  fill  the  heart 

With  love  to  all  our  race, 
Blest  Comforter — to  us  impart 
The  blessings  of  thy  grace. 
210.     8,  7. 
To  the  blessed  Spirit* 
1  TTOLY  GHOST,  dispel  our  sadness, 
JOL  'Pierce  the  clouds  of  sinful  night; 
Come  thou  source  of  sweetest  gladness, 
Breathe  thy  life  and  spread  thy  light; 
Loving  Spirit,  God  of  peace, 
Great  distributer  of  grace, 
Rest  upon  this  congregation! 
Hear,  Oh,  hear  our  supplication. 

Ll  From  that  height  which  knows  no  measure 
As  a  gracious  shower  descend, 
Bringing  down  the  richest  treasure 

Man  can  wish  or  God  can  seitd. 
O  thou  Glory  shining  down 
From  the  Father  and  the  Sox, 
Grant  us  thy  illumination! 
Rest  on  all  this  congregation. 
3  Come  thou  best  of  all  donations 
God  can  give,  or  we  implore; 
Having  thy  sweet  consolations, 
We  need  wish  for  nothing  more: 
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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.       210 

Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
Now  descending  from  above, 

Rest  on  all  this  congregation! 

Make  our  hearts  thy  habitation. 
PART  II.     8s.         Rippo.x. 

1  "T^ESCEND,  Holy  Spirit,  the  Dove, 
JSJr   And  visit  a  sorrowful  breast; 
My  burden  of  guilt  to  remove, 

And  bring  me  assurance  and  rest; 
Thou  only  hast  pow'r  to  relieve 

A  sinner  o'erwhelm'd  with  his  load; 
The  sense  of  redemption  to  give, 

And  sprinkle  his  heart  with  thy  blood, 

2  With  me,  if  of  old  thou  hast  strove, 

And  kindly  withheld  me  from  sin; 
Resolv'd  by  the  strength  of  thy  love. 

My  worthless  affections  to  Avin; 
1'he  work  of  thy  mercy  revive, 

Invincible  mercy  exert, 
And  keep  my  weak  graces  alive, 

And  set  up  thy  rest  in  my  heart. 

3  If,  when  I  have  put  thee  to  grief, 

And  madly  to  folly  return'd, 
Thy  goodness  has  been  my  relief, 

And  lifted  me  up  as  I  mourn'd: 
O,  spirit  of  pity  and  grace, 

Relieve  me  again  and  restore; 
My  spirit  in  holiness  raise, 

To  fall,  and  to  grieve  thee,  no  more. 
'4  If  now  I  lament  after  God, 

And  oant  for  a  ta^te  of  his  love, — 

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211,212  EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

If  Jesus,  who  poor'd  out  Lis  blood, 
Obtain'd  me  a  mansion  above; — 
Come,  heavenly  Comforter,  come, 
Sweet  witness  of  mercy  divine! 
And  make  me  thy  permanent  home, 
And  seal  me  entirely  thine. 
211.     L.  M.        Newton. 
Prayer  to  God  the  Spirit. — Ex.  xvii.  6. 
1  g~\  THOU,  at  whose  Almighty  word, 
V-J  The  glorious  light  from  darkness  sprung. 
Thy  quick'ning  influence  afford,       [tongue, 
And    clothe  with  pow'r   the   preacher' 
.2  'Tis  thine  to  teach  him  how  to  speak, 
'Tis  thine  to  give  the  hearing  ear; 
'Tis  thine  the  stubborn  heart  to  break, 
And  make  the  careless  sinner  fear. 

3  'Tis  also  thine,  almighty  Lord, 

To  cheer  the  poor,  desponding  hear!, 
O,  speak  the  soul-reviving  word, 
And  bid  the  mourner's  fears  depart. 

4  Thus  while  we  in  the  means  are  found. 

We  still  on  thee  alone  depend; 
To  make  the  gospel's  joyfoul  sound, 
Effectual  to  the  promis'd  end. 
212.     C.  M.         Njcedham. 
Short  devoiionsthe  life  of  religion. — Malt.  vi.  7, 8. 
1   IT    ORD,  in  thy  courts  we  now  appear, 
m^A  And  bow  before  thy  throne: 
Before  our  lips  begin  to  move, 
Our  wants  to  thee  are  known-, 
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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.  213,214 

2  Thou  know'st  the  language  of  the  heart, 

The  meaning  of  a  sigh; 
Dear  Father,  hear  our  humble  pray'r, 
And  bring  thy  blessings  nigh. 

3  Few  be  our  words  and  short  our  pray'rs. 

While  we  together  meet; 

Short  duties  keep  religion  up, 

And  make  devotion  sweet. 

213.     C.  M.        Hart. 

Prayer  for  Spiritual  aid. 

1  /"\NCE  more  we  come  before  our  God; 
V>r   Once  more  thy  blessing  ask: 

Oh  may  no  duty  seem  a  load, 
No  worship  prove  a  task. 

2  May  we  receive  the  word  we  hear, 

Each  in  an  honest  heart; 
Hoard  up  the  precious  treasure  there, 
And  never  with  it  part. 

3  Bid  the  refreshing  north-wind  wake; 

Say  to  the  south-wind,  blow: 
Let  every  plant  the  pow'r  partake, 
And  all  the  garden  grow. 

4  Revive  the  parch'd  with  hearnly  showers. 

The  cold  with  warmth  divine; 

And,  as  the  benefit  is  ouro, 

Be  all  the  glory  thine. 

214.     L.  M.         Fawcett. 
A  hymn  for  the  beginning  of  worship . 
1   r¥lHY  presence,  gracious  God,  afford; 
JL    Prepare  us  to  receive  thy  word; 

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215        EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

Now  let  thy  voice  engage  our  ear, 
And  faith  be  mix'd  with  what  we  hear. 

2  Distracting  thoughts  and  cares  remove, 
And  fix  our  hearts  and  hopes  above; 
With  food  divine  may  we  be  fed, 

And  satisfied  with  living  bread. 

3  To  us  thy  sacred  word  apply, 
With  sovereign  power  and  energy; 
And  may  we  in  thy  faith  and  fear, 
Reduce  to  practice  what  we  hear. 

4  Father,  in  us  thy  Son  reveal; 
Teach  us  to  know  and  do  thy  will: 
Thy  saving  pow'r  and  love  display,. 
And  guide  us  to  the  realms  of  day. 

215.     7s.         Hammond. 
Humble  request. — Jer.  xxix.  13. 

1  TT   ORD,  we  come  before  thee  now, 
-*-J  At  thy  feet  we  humbly  bow; 
Oh  do  not  our  suit  disdain; 

Shall  we  seek  thee,  Lord,  in  vain? 

2  In  thine  own  appointed  way, 
Now  we  seek  thee,  here  we  stay: 
Lord,  we  cannot  let  thee  go, 
5Till  a  blessing  thou  bestow. 

3  Send  some  message  from  thy  word. 
That  may  joy  and  peace  afford; 
Let  thy  Spirit  now  impart 

Full  salvation  to  each  heart. 

4  Grant  that  all  may  seek  and  find 
Thee  a  God  supremely  kind} 

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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.       216 

Heal  the  sick,  the  captive  free. 
Let  us  all  rejoice  in  thee. 

216.     L.  M.         Andrews. 
Praying  society  pleading  for  the  life  of  religion. 

1  ¥  ORD,  while  we  meet  to  speak  and  hear, 
MJL  To  sing,  and  join  in  social  prayer, 
Thy  gracious  aid  to  us  impart, 

Possess  and  warm  each  frozen  heart. 

2  Oh  that  thou  wouldest  now  come  down, 
Like  show'rs  on  meadows  newly  mown; 
Thy  gracious  influence  shed  ah  road, 
And  we  shall  triumph  in  our  God. 

3  Oh  that  religion  might  revive, 

And  daily  spread,  and  grow,  and  thrive; 
May  Zion  here  in  glory  shine, 
And  scorners  own  the  work  divine. 

4  Refresh  and  quicken  all  thy  saints, 
Remove  their  fears  and  sad  complaints; 
Oh  fire  their  hearts  with  sacrad  love; 
Give  sweet  foretastes  of  joys  above. 

5  May  sinners  see  their  dreadful  doom, 
And  quickly  fly  from  wrath  to  come; 
May  Christ  he  form'd  in  every  soul, 
And  grace  the  pow'r  of  sin  control. 

6  Oh  that  our  vain  and  thoughtless  youth 
May  feel  the  force  and  pow'r  of  truth; 
Unite  their  hearts,  with  sweet  accord, 
To  seek,  and  love,  and  serve  the  Lord, 

7  Thou  blessed,  sacred  Spirit,  come, 
And  let  thy  presence  fill  this  room; 

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217        EVANGELICAL  HYMNS, 

Oh  work  on  all  assembled  here. 
And  let  thy  glory  now  appear. 

217.     CM.         Newton. 
A  hymn  for  Christian  Conference. 
1  ^"^H  Lord,  our  languid  souls  inspire, 
\y  For  here  we  trust  thou  art! 
Send  down  a  coal  of  heav'nly  fire, 
To  wann  each  waiting  heart. 

2  Shew  us  some  tokens  of  thy  love, 

Our  fainting,  hope  to  raise; 
And  pour  thy  blessing  from  above, 
That  we  may  render  praise. 

3  Within  these  walls  let  ho?y  praise, 

And  love  and  concord  dwell: 
Here  give  the  troubled  conscience  ease.> 
The  wounded  spirit  heal. 

4  The  feeling  heart,  the  melting  eye, 

The  humble  mind,  bestow;  . 

And  shine  upon  us  from  on  high, 
To  make  our  graces  grow. 

5  May  we  in  faith  receive  thy  word, 

In  faith  present  our  pray'rs; 
And  in  the  presence  of  our  Lord, 
Unbosom  all  our  cares. 

6  And  may  the  gospel's  joyful  sound. 

Enforc'd  by  mighty  grace, 
Induce  dead  sinners  all  around, 
To  come  and  fill  the  place. 
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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.  218,  21© 

218.     C.  M.         B. 
Et-ening  twilight. 

1  IT  LOVE  to  steal  awhile  away 
JL  From  every  cumb'ricg  care, 
And  spend  the  hour?  of  setting  day. 

In  humble,  grateful  prayer. 

2  I  love  in  solitude  to  shed 

The  penitential  tear, 
And  all  His  promises  to  plead, 
Where  none  tut  God  can  hear. 

3  I  love  to  think  on  mercies  past, 

And  future  good  implore, 
And  all  my  cares  and  sorrows  cast 
On  him  whom  I  adore. 

4  I  love  by  faith  to  take  a  view 

Of  brighter  scenes  in  heav'n; 
The  prospect  doth  my  strength  renew 
While  here  by  tempests  driv'n. 

5  Thus,  when  life's  toilsome  day  is  o'er, 

May  its  departing  ray 
Be  calm  as  this  impressive  hour, 
And  lead  to  endless  day.     - 

219.     C.  M.         Doddridge. 
Private  devotion. — Matt.  vi.  6. 

1  TT^ATHER  Divine,  thy  piercing  eye 
-I-     Sees  through  the  darkest  night"; 
In  deep  retirement  thou  art  nigh, 

With  henrt -discerning  sight. 

2  There  may  thy  piercing  eye  survey 

My  solemn  homage  paid, 

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220       EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

Witli  every  morning's  dawning  ray. 
And  every  evening's  shade. 

3  Oh,  let  thy  own  celestial  fire 

The  incense  still  inflame; 
While  my  warm  vows  to  thee  aspire.. 
Through  my  Redeemer's  name. 

4  So  shall  the  visits  of  thy  love 

My  soul  in  secret  bless; 
So  shalt  thou  deign  in  worlds  above.. 
Thy  suppliant  to  confess. 

220.     8,  7.         Newton. 
Declension  lamented. 

1  ^\NCE,  O  Lord,  thy  garden  flourish'd, 
\-7  Every  partlook'd  gay  and  nfreen; 
Then  thy  word  our  spirits  nourish'd, 

Happy  seasons  we  have  seen! 

2  But  a  drought  has  since  succeeded, 

And  a  sad  decline  we  see; 
Lord,  thy  help  is  greatly  needed, 
Help  can  only  come  from  thee. 

3  Some,  in  whom  we  once  delighted, 

We  shall  meet  no  more  below; 

Some,  alas!  we  fear  are  blighted,—. 

Scarce  a  single  leaf  they  show. 

4  Dearest  Saviour,  hasten  hither, 

Thou  canst  make  them  bloom  again; 
Oh,  permit  them  not  to  wither, 
Let  not  all  our  hopes  be  vain! 

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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.       221 

2-21.  L.  M.         Dwight. 

The  Church's  complaint. 
i   "IT   ORD,  in  these  dark  and  dismal  days, 
M-J  We  mourn  the  hidings  of  thy  face; 
Proud  enemies  our  path  surround, 
To  level  Zion  with  the  ground. 

2  Her  songs,  her  worship  they  deride, 
And  hiss  thy  word  with  tongues  of  pride, 
And  cry,  t'  insult  our  humble  prayer, 
"Where  is  your  God,  ye  Christians,  where!" 

3  Errors  and  sins  and  follies  grow; 
Thy  saints  bow  down  in  deepest  woe; 
Their  love  decays,  their  zeal  is  o'er, 
And  thousands  walk  with  Christ  no  more. 

4  To  happier  days  our  bosoms  turn; 
Those  days  but  teach  us  how  to  mourn; 
The  God  who  bade  his  mercy  flow, 

In  wrath  withdraws  his  blessing  now. 

5  The  blessing  from  thy  truth's  withdrawn; 
Its  quickening,  saving  influence  gone: 
Unwarn'd,  unwaken'd,  sinners  hear, 
Nor  see  their  awful  danger  near. 

6  In  dews  unseen,  or  scanty  showers, 
Thy  Spirit  sheds  his  healing  powers; 
The  thirsty  ground  is  parch'd  benea^, 
And  all  is  barrenness  and  death. 

7  Yet  still,  thy  name  be  ever  bless'd, 
On  thee  our  hope  shall  safely  rest; 
Zion  her  Saviour  soon  shall  see, 
Array'dto  set  his  Israel  free. 


222      EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

8  "For  Jesus'  sake,  attend  our  cry, 
Shine  on  thy  churches,  lest  they  die;" 
Revive,  O  Lord,  thy  work  revive; 
Let  saints  rejoice,  bid  sinners  live. 
222.     L.  M.         Dwight. 

Prayer  of  the  Church  for  the  presence  cf Christ. 

1  £~$JJ  thou,  whose  hand  thy  kingdom  sways, 
%Jr  Whom  earth,and  hell,  and  heaven  obeys, 

To  help  thy  chosen  sons  appear, 
And  shew  thy  power  and  glory  here! 

2  While  stupid  wretches  sunk  in  sleep, 
Slide  -onward  to  the  fiery  deep, 

To  sense,  and  sin,  and  madness,  given, 
Believe  no  hell,  and  wish  no  heaven! 

3  While  fools  deride,  while  foes  oppress, 
And  Zion  mourns  in  deep  distress; 

Her  friends  withdraw,  her  foes  grow  bold, 
Truth  fails,  and  love  is  waxen  cold. 

4  Oh  haste,  with  every  gift  inspir'd, 
With  glory,  truth,  and  grace,  attird; 
Thou  Star  of  heav'n's  eternal  morn; 
Thou  Sun,  whom  beams  divine  adorn! 

5  Saints  shall  be  glad  before  thy  face,. 
And  grow  in  love,  and  truth,  and  grace; 
Thy  church  shall  flourish  in  thy  sight, 
With  fruits  of  peace,  and  pure  delight- 

6  Oh  hither,  then,  thy  footsteps  bend; 
Swift  as  a  roe,  from  hills  descend; 
Mild  as  the  Sabbath's  cheerful  ray. 

I    Till  life  unfolds  eternal  day! 
190 


EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.  223,  224 

223.  L.  M.         Fawcett. 
Lamenting  after  the  Lord. — 1  Sam.  vii.  2. 

1  "]  r    OOK  from  on  high,  great  God,  and  see 
jLA  Thy  saints  lamenting  after  thee; 
The  tokens  of  thy  presence  give, 

.  And  now  thy  gracious  work  revive. 

2  How  did  thy  ancient  people  mourn. 
And  wish  to  see  thy  kind  return! 
They  cried  to  thee  on  Mizpeh's  plain, 
"Oh  let  us  see  thy  face  again!" 

3  We  join  our  humble  voice  with  theirs, 
And  offer  up  our  ardent  prayers; 

Lord,  with  thy  smiles  thy  churches  bless, 
And  crown  thy  gospel  with  success. 

4  Thy  cheering  grace,  O  God,  impart, 
Bind  up  and  heal  the  broken  heart; 
Our  sins  subdue,  our  souls  restore, 
And  let  our  foes  prevail  no  more. 

224.  8,7,4.      "Newton. 
Prayer  for  a  revival. — Ps.  lxxxv.  6. 

1  ^AVIOUR,  visit  thy  plantation: 
►^  Grant  us,  Lord,  a  gracious  rain! 
All  will  come  to  desolation, 

Unless  thou  return  again. 

Lord,  revive  us; 
All  our  help  must  come  from  thee. 

2  Keep  no  longer  at  a  distance; 

Shine  upon  us  from  on  high, 
Lest,  for  want  of  thine  assistance, 
Every  plant  should  droop  and  die. 

191 


225,  22G  EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

3  Let  our  mutual  love  be  fervent, 

Make  us  prevalent  in  pray'rs; 
Let  each  one  esteem'd  thy  servant, 
Shun  the  world's  bewitching  snares. 

4  Break  the  tempter's  fatal  power; 

Turn  the  stony  heart  to  flesh; 
And  begin,  from  this  good  hour, 
To  revive  thy  work  afresh. 

225.     C.  M.         Kelly. 
Amos  vii.  2. 

1  T>  Y  whom  shall  Jacob  now  arise? 
JO  For  Jacob's  friends  are  few: 
And,  what  should  fill  us  with  surprise, 

They  seem  divided  too. 

2  By  whom  shall  Jacob  now  arise? 

For  Jacob's  foes  are  strong; 

I  read  their  triumph  in  their  eyes_, 

They  think  he'll  fall  ere  long. 

3  By  whom  shall  Jacob  now  arise! 

Can  any  tell  by  whom! 
Say,  shall  this  branch  that  wither'd lies, 
Again  revive  and  bloom? 

4  Lord,  thou  canst  tell — the  work  is  thine, 

The  help  of  man  is  vain — 
On  Jacob  now  arise  and  shine, 
And  he  shall  live  again. 

226.     L.  M.         Hyde. 
The  restoration  of  Israel, 
1  rjlHE  Lord  will  not  forget  the  grace 
X    Reserv'd  for  fa'it&M  Abra'm's  race: 
192 


EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.       22? 

His  love  their  wand'rings  shall  restore, 
And  guide  them,  that  they  stray  no  more: 

2  Israel!  'tis  thine  accepted  day, 

Thy  God  himself  prepares  the  way; — 
Behold  his  ensign  from  afar — 
Behold  the  light  of  Jacob's  Star. 

3  That  Star,  which  once  on  Bethle'm  rose, 
A  token  on  thy  mountain  glows, 

The  morn  of  earth's  bless'd  jubilee 
Sheds  its  sweet  early  light  on  thee. 

4  And  thou-,  who  once  on  Israel's  ground, 
A  homeless  wanderer  wast  found, 
Redeemer,  on  thy  heav'nly  throne, 

Still  call  that  ancient  church  thine  own; — • 

5  Bid  her  departed  light  return, 
Thy  holy  splendor  round  her  burn; 
From  prostrate  Judah's  ruins  raise 
A  living  temple  to  thy  praise. 

227.     C.  M.         Steele. 
National  Fast. — Joel  i.  14. 

1  ^EE,  gracious  Lord,  before  thy  throne, 
£-3  Thy  mourning  people  bend! 

T is  on  thy  sov'reign  grace  alone, 
Our  humble  hopes  depend. 

2  Tremendous  judgments  from  thy  ! 
Thy  dreadful  pow'r  display; 

Yet  mercy  spr.res  this  guilty  land, 
And  still  we  live  to  pray. 

3  How  changed  alas!     re  truths  dixine, 

For  error,  guilt,  and  shame! 


223      EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

What  impious  numbers,  bold  in  sin, 
Disgrace  the  christian  name! 

4  Oh  turn  us,  turn  us,  mighty  Lord, 

By  thy  resistless  grace; 
Then  shall  our  hearts  obey  thy  ward^ 
And  humbly  seek  thy  face. 

5  Then  should  insulting  foes  invade, 

We  shall  not  sink  in  fear; 
Secure  of  never-failing  aid, 
When  God, our  God,  is  near. 

228,     L.  M.        Steele, 
Confession  and  Prayer. 

LORD,  while  thy  judgments  shake  the  land.. 
Thy  people's  eyes  arc  fix'd  on  thee! 
We  own  thy  just,  uplifted  hand, 

Which  thousands  cannot,  will  not  see. 

2  How  long  hast  thou  bestow 'd  thy  care 

On  this  iudulg'dj  ungrateful  spot! 
While  other  nations,  far  and  ne?r, 
Have  envied  and  admird.  our  lot. 

3  But  air!  boijhheav'n  and  earth  have  heard 

Our  vile  requital  of  thy  love! 
We,  whom  like  children  thou  hast  rear'd, 
Rebels  against  thy  goodness  prove. 

4  Lord,  hear  thy  people  ev'ry  where,  * 

Who  meet  to  mourn,  confess  and  pray; 
The  nation  and  thy  churches  spare, 
And  let  thy  Wrath  be  turn'd  away, 

194 


EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.  229,  239 

229.     8,  7.         Robinson. 
Grateful  recollection. — 1  Sam.  vii.  12. 

CiOME,  thou  Fount  of  ev'ry  blessing, 
/  Tune  my  heart  to  sing-  thy  grace; 
Streams  of  mercy,  never  ceasing, 
Call  for  songs  of  loudest  praise. 
Teach  me  some  melodious  sonnet, 
Sung  by  flaming  tongues  above: 
Praise  the  mount — I'm  fix'd  upon  it- 
Mount  of  God's  unchanging  love. 

Here  I  raise  my  Eben  Ezer, 

Hither  by  thy  help  I'm  come, 
And  I  hope,  by  thy  good  pleasure, 

Safely  to  arrive  at  home. 
Jesus  sought  me  when  a  stranger 

Wand'ring  from  the  fold  of  God; 
He,  to  rescue  me  from  danger, 

Interpos'd  with  precious  blood. 

Oh!  to  grace  how  great  a  debtor 

Daily  I'm  constrain'd  to  be! 
Let  that  grace  now  like  a  fetter, 

Bind  my  wand'ring  heart  to  thee: 
Pron&to  wander,  Lord,  I  feel  it — 

Prone  to  leave  the  God  I  love — 
Here's  my  heart — O  take  and  seal  it; 

Seal  it  from  thy  courts  above. 

230.     P.  M.     Campbell. 
Sinners  converted  and  saved. 

THE  glorious  light  of  Zion 
Now  spreads  its  rays  abroad, 
1C 


230     evangelical  hymns. 

And  sinners  round  are  flocking 
Into  the  church  of  God. 

The  standard  of  King  Jesus 
In  glorious  triumph  flies, 

While  sinners  fall  before  him, 
And  each  for  mercy  cries. 

2  The  blood  our  blessed  Saviour 

Shed  on  th'accursed  tree, 
Has  sovereign  efficacy 

To  set  poor  sinners  free; 
And  while  the  gospel  trumpet 

The  news  was  spreading  round, 
Some  thousands  in  our  nation 

Their  blessed  Lord  have  found. 

3  Amongst  that  happy  number 

I  hope  that  I  am  one, 
And  Jesus  soon  will  finish 

The  work  he  has  begun. 
And  when  I  rise  to  glory, 

From  all  pollution  free, 
I'll  love,  and  praise,  and  wonder, 

To  all  eternity,. 

4  Some  of  us  are  young  converts, &. 

Who  lately  did  begin 
To  serve  as  willing  soldiers 

Of  Jesus  Christ  our  King. 
WTe  have  receiv'd  rich  bounty, 

Likewise  our  martial  dress, 
And  shine  in  borrow'd  garments. 

His  robe  of  righteousness- 
&96 


EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.        23(3 

3  As  soldiers  now  enlisted 

With  Jesus,  we  are  bound 
To  speak  his  grace  and  glory, 

And  spread  his  fame  around. 
Oh  sinners,  list  with  Jesus, 

Our  sovereign  and  our  friend; 
In  uniform  he'll  clothe  you, 

And  save  you  in  the  end. 

6  Think  what  the  kind  Redeemer 

Has  done  for  dying  men: 
Himself  he  freely  offer'd 

A  sacrifice  for  sin. 
To  him  you  are  invited, 

Though  guilty  and  undone: 
Yea,  though  the  chief  of  sinners^ 

He  urges  you  to  come. 

*1  How  can  you  think  of  dying 

Without  a  Saviour  near! 
And  at  the  resurrection, 

Oh!  how  will  you  appear'* 
Now  in  this  time  accepted, 

Surrender  to  the  Lord: 
He's  faithful  to  receive  you 

According  to  his  word. 

8  And  you,  our  elder  brethren, 
Old  soldiers  of  the  cross, 
Who,  for  the  name  of  Jesus, 

Have  counted  all  things  loss; 
Pray  much  for  us  young  converts, 
That  we  may  travel  on, 

IS? 


231       EVANGELICAL  HYMNS 

And  meet  you  all  in  glory, 
To  which  our  Lord  is  gone. 
231.     C.  M. 
Rejoicing  in  a  revival  of  religion. 

HARK!  hear  the  sound,  on  earth  'tis  found, 
My  soul  delights  to  hear 
Of  dying  love  that's  from  above, 
Of  pardon  bought  most  dear. 

2  God's  ministers,  a  flaming  fire. 

Are  passing  through  the  land, 
Their  voice  is,  "hear,  repent,  and  fear, 
King  Jesus  is  at  hand." 

3  Young  converts  sing  and  praise  their  King, 

And  bless  God's  holy  name; 
Whilst  older  saints  leave  their  complaints, 
And  joy  to  join  the  theme. 

4  Convinc'd  of  sin  men  now  begin 

To  call  upon  the  Lord, 
Trembling  they  pray,  and  mourn  the  day 
In  which  they  scorn'd  his  word. 

5  God's  chariot  rolls,  and  frights  the  souls 

Of  those  who  hate  the  truth; 
And  saints  in  prayer,  cry,  Lord,  draw  near, 
Have  mercy  on  the  youth. 

6  Pour  down  a  show'r  of  thy  great  pow'r, 

On  ev'ry  aching  heart; 
On  all  who  try,  and  humbly  cry, 
That  they  may  have  a  part. 

7  Come,  sinners,  all,  hear  now  God's  call, 

And  pray  with  one  accord; 
198 


EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.       232 

Saints,  raise  your  songs — with  joyful  tongues , 
To  hail  th'  approaching  Lord-. 

232.     8,  7. 

The  Jubilee. 

1  TTARK!  the  jubilee  is  sounding-, 
Xl  O!  the  joyful  news  is  come*, 
Free  salvation  is  proclaimed 

In  and  through  God's  only  Son, 
Now  we  have  an  invitation 

To  the  meek  and  lowly  Lamb: 
Glory,  honour;  and  salvation; 

Christ,  the  Lord,  is  come  to  reign, 

2  Come  young  sinners,  don't  neglect  it. 

Come  to  Jesus  in  your  prime; 
Great  salvation— don't  reject  it; 

Oh  receive  it — now's  your  timet 
Now  the  Saviour  is  beginning 

To  revive  his  work  again: 
Glory,  honour,  &c. 

3  Now  let  each  one  cease  from  sinning; 

Come  and  follow  Christ  'the  Way;' 
Ye  shall  all  receive  a  blessing 

If  ye  come  without  delay: 
Great  salvation,  long  neglected, 

Thousands,  seeking,  now  obtain: 
Glory,  honour,  &c. 

4  Let  us  run  our  race  with  patience. 

Looking  unto  Christ  the  Lord, 

For  his  throne  shall  stand  forever, 

And  hi3  name  shall  be  ador'd; 

199 


233       EVANGELICAL  HYMNS,       . 

He  is  worthy  to  be  praised; 

He  is  our  exalted  King: 
Glory,  honour,  &c. 
5  Ziorrs  children — praise  your  Jesus, 

Praise  him,  praise  him  evermore. 
May  his  love  and  grace  constrain  us 

To  rejoice  and  to  adore: 
Oh  then  let  us  join  together 

To  exalt  his  glorious  name: 
Glory,  honour,  &c, 

233.     C.  M. 
Great  jay  in  that  city. — Acts  viii-  8. 

1  YJTOW  much  the  drooping  hearts  revive 
JUL  Of  those  who  fear  the  Lord; 
When  sinners  dead  are  made  alive 

By  his  reviving  word! 

2  The  minister.?  of  Christ  rejoice. 

When  souls  receive  the  word — 
When  ransom'd  sinners  hear  his  voice,, 
Return  and  love  the  Lord. 

3  The  church  of  God  their  praises  join, 

And  of  salvation  sing; 
They  glorify  the  grace  divine 
Of  their  victorious  King. 

1  In  heav'n  above,  th'  angelic  throng 
Around  the  throne  rejoice; 
But.  sinners  sav'd  should  swell  the  song 
With  loudest — sweetest  voice. 
200 


EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.  234,  235 

234.     C.  M.         Needham. 
Luke  xv.  10. 

1  /"\H,  bow  divine,  how  sweet  the  joy, 
V/  When  but  one  sinner  turns, 
And  with  a  humble,  broken  heart, 

His  sins  and  errors  mourns! 

2  Pleas'd  with  the  news,  the  saints  below, 

In  songs  their  tongues  employ; 
Beyond  the  skies  the  tidings  go, 
And  heav'n  is  fill'd  with  joy. 

3  Well  pleas'd  the  Father  sees  and  hears 

The  conscious  sinner's  moan; 
Jesus  receives  him  in  his  arms, 
And  claims  him  for  his  own. 

4  Nor  angels  can  their  joys  contain, 

But  kindle  with  new  fire: 
"The  sinner  lost  is  found,"  they  sing^ 
And  strike  the  sounding  lyre. 
235.     8,  7,  4. 
Isa.  lii.  10. 
1   ",S7"ES!  we  trust  the  day  is  breaking, 
jL     Joyful  times  are  near  at  hand: 
God,  the  mighty  God,  is  speaking 
By  his  word  in  ev'ry  land: 

When  he  chooses, 
Darkness  flies  at  his  command. 

£  Let  us  hail  the  joyful  season; 
Let  us  hail  the  dawning  ray; 
When  the  Lord  appears,  there's  reason 
To  expect  a  glorious  day: 

201 


236       EVANGELICAL  HYMNS, 

At  his  presence 
Gloom  and  darkness  flee  away, 

13  While  the  foe  becomes  more  daring; 
While  he  enters  like  a  flood; 
God,  the  Saviour,  is  preparing 
Means  to  spread  his  truth  aboad; 

Ev'ry  language 
Soon  shall  tell  the  love  of  God. 
4  God  of  Jacob,  high  and  glorious; 
Let  thy  people  see  thy  hand; 
Let  the  gospel  be  victorious, 

Through  the  world  in  ev'ry  land; 

And  the  idols 
Perish;  Lord  at  thy  command. 
236.         7s. 
The  little  cloud. — 1  Kings  xvii.  44, 

1  O  AW  ye  not  the  cloud  arise, 
^  Little  as  a  human  hand! 
Now  it  spreads  along  the  skies, 

Hangs  o'er  all  the  thirsty  land! 

2  Lo,  the  promise  of  ashow'r 

Drops  already  from  above; 
But  the  Lord  will  shortly  pour 
All  the  blessings  of  his  love. 

3  When  he  first  the  work  begun, 

Small  and  feeble  was  his  day; 
Now  the  word  doth  sweetly  run, 
Now  it  wings  its  wid'ning  way. 

4  Sons  of  God,  your  Saviour  praise; 

*He  the  door  hath  open'd  wide; 
202 


EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.  237,  23& 

He  hath  giv'n  the  word  of  grace; 
Jesus' word  is  glorified. 

237.     8,  7.        Whitefield. 
Divine  love. 

1  If   OVE  divine,  all  love  excelling, 
JLi  Joy  of  heav'n  to  earth  come  down' 
Fix  in  us  thy  humble  dwelling; 

All  thy  faithful  mercies  crown; 
Jesus,  thou  art  all  compassion, 

Pure,  unbounded  love  thou  art; 
Visit  us  with  thy  salvation, 

Enter  ev'ry  trembling  heart. 

2  Breathe,  oh!  breathe  thy  loving  Spirit 

Into  ev'ry  troubled  breast; 
Let  us  all  in  thee  inherit, 

Let  us  find  thy  promis'd  rest; 
Take  away  the  love  of  sinning, 

Take  our  load  of  guilt  away; 
End  the  work  of  thy  beginning3 

Bring  us  to  eternal  day. 

3  Carry  on  thy  new  creation, 

Pure  and  holy  may  we  be; 
Let  us  see  our  whole  salvation. 

Perfectly  secur'd  by  Thee; 
Change  from  glory  into  glory, 

'Till  in  heav'n  we  take  our  place; 
'Till  we  cast  our  crowns  before  thee, 
Lost  in  wonder,  love  and  praise. 
238.     C.  M.         Loga*. 
Isa.  lv.  12, 13. 
1   Tt/fESSIAH!  at  thy  glad  approach, 
ITX  The  howling  winds  are  still; 

203 


239       EVANGELICAL  HYMNS, 

Thy  praises  fill  the  lonely  waste, 
And  breathe  from  every  hill. 

2  The  hidden  fountains  at  thy  call, 

Their  sacred  stores  unlock; 
Loud  in  the  desert,  sudden  streams 
Burst  living  from  the  rock. 

3  The  incense  of  the  spring  ascends 

Upon  the  morning  gale; 
Red  o'er  the  hill  the  roses  bloom, 
The  lilies  in  the  vale. 

4  Renew'd,  the  earth  a  robe  of  light, 

A  robe  of  beauty  wears; 
And  in  new  heav'ns  a  brighter  St\n 
Leads  on  the  promised  years. 

5  Let  Israel  to  the  Prince  of  Peace. 

The  loud  hosanna  sing; 
With  hallelujahs,  and  with  hymns, 
O  Zion,hail  thy  King. 

239.     8,  7,  4.         Kelly. 
Zech.  xiii.  1. 

1  Q^EE,  from  Zion's  sacred  mountain, 
K-J  Streams  of  living  water  flow: 
God  has  open'd  there  a  fountain; 

This  supplies  the  plains  below: 

They  are  blessed, 
Who  its  sovreign  virtue  know. 

2  Through  ten  thousand  channels  flowing^ 

Streams  of  mercy  find  their  way; 
Life,  and  health,  and  joy  bestowing^ 
Making  all  around  look  gay. 
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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.       240 

O,  ye  nations! 
Hail  the  long  expected  day. 

3  Gladden'd  by  the  flowing  treasure- 

All  enriching:  as  it  goes: 
Lo,  the  desert  smiles  with  pleasure, 
Buds  and  blossoms  as  the  rose: 

Ev'ry  object 
Sings  for  joy  wher'er  it  flows. 

4  Trees  of  life  the  bands  adorning, 

Yield  their  fruit  to  dl  around; 
Those  who  eat  are  sav'd  from  mournings 
Pleasure  comes  and  hopes  abound: 

Fair  their  portion! 
Endless  life  with  glory  crown'd. 
240.     P.  A. 
Christ  reigning. 
1   "JTJ  ARK!  hark! — the  notes  of  joy 
JL_I_  Roll  o'er  the  heav'niy  plains, 
And  seraphs  find  employ 
For  their  sublimest  strains; 
Borne  new  delight  in  heav'n  is  known; 
Loud  sing  the  harps  around  the  throne. 

2  Hark!  hark! — the  sounds  draw  nigh. 

The  joyful  hosts  descend; 
Jesus  forsakes  the  sky, 

To  earth  his  footsteps  bend; 
lie  comes  to  bless  our  fallen  race; 
He  comes  with  messages  of  grace* 

3  Bear,  bear  the  tidings  round; 

Let  ev'ry  mortal  know 


241        EVANGELICAL  HYMNS, 

What  love  to  God  is  found, 
What  pity  he  can  show; 
Ye  winds  that  olow,  ye  waves  that  roll, 
Bear  the  glad  news,  from  pole  to  pole. 
4  Strike,  strike  the  harps  again, 
To  great  Immanuel's  name; 
Arise  ye  sons  of  men, 

And  all  his  grace  proclaim; 
Angels  and  men,  wake  ev'ry  string, 
'Tis  God,  the  Saviour's  praise  we  sing. 

241.     L  M.         Medley. 
He  hath  done  all  things  well. — Mark  vii,  37, 

1  IVTOW  in  a  song  of  grateful  praise, 

JL^I    To  my  dear  Lord  my  voice  I'll  raise; 
With  all  his  saints  I'll  join  to  tell, 
My  Jesus  hath  done  all  things  well. 

2  All  worlds  his  glorious  pow'r  confess; 
His  wisdom  all  his  works  express; 
But  O  his  love,  what  tongue  can  tell] 
My  Jesus  hath  done  all  things  well. 

3  How  sovereign,  wonderful  and  free. 
Has  been  his  love  to  sinful  me! 

He  pluck'd  me  as  a  brand  from  hell; 
My  Jesus  hath  done  all  things  well. 

4  And  since  my  soul  has  known  his  love, 
What  mercies  has  he  made  me  prove! 
Mercies  which  do  all  praise  excel; 
My  Jesus  hath  done  all  things  well. 

5  Whene'er  my  Saviour  and  my  God 
Has  on  me  laid  his  gentle  rod,, 

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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS,       242 

I  know,  in  all  that  has  befel, 

My  Jesus  hath  done  all  things  well. 

6  Though  oft  a  fiery,  flaming  dart, 
The  tempter  levels  at  my  heart; 
With  this  I  all  his  rage  repel — 
My  Jesus  hath  done  all  things  welh 

7  Soon  shall  I  pass  the  vale  of  death, 
And  in  his  arms  shall  lose  my  breath; 
Yet  then  my  happy  soul  shall  tell, 
My  Jesus  hath  done  all  things  well. 

C  And  when  to  that  bright  world  I  rise, 
And  join  the  anthems  of  the  skies, 
Above  the  rest  this  note  shall  swell, 
My  Jesus  hath  done  all  things  well. 
242.     7s.         Cennick. 

Re  joking  in  hope. — Isa.xxxv.  JO.  Lukexii.32, 

1  CHILDREN  of  the  heav'nly  King, 
^^   As  ye  journey  sweetly  sing; 
Sing  your  Saviour's  worthy  praise, 
Glorious  in  his  works  and  ways. 

2  Ye  are  traveling  home  to  God, 
In  the  way  the  lathers  trod; 
They  are  happy  now,  and  ye 
Soon  their  happiness  shall  see. 

3  Shout,  ye  little  flock,  and  blest, 
You  near  Jesus'  throne  shall  rest; 
There  your  seats  are  now  prepar'd, 
There  your  kingdom  and  reward.^ 

4  Fear  not,  brethren,  joyful  stand 
On  the  borders  of  your  land; 

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243       EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

Jesus  Christ,  your  Father's  Son; 
Bids  you  undismay'd  go  on. 
6  Lord!  submissive  make  us  go. 
Gladly  leaving  all  below; 
Only  thou  our  leader  be, 
And  we  still  will  follow  thee- 

243.     C.  M. 

Joy  in  the  Holy  Ghost. 

*    T&/FY  sou*  doth  magnify  the  Lord, 
If  JL  My  spirit  doth  rejoice 
In  God,  my  Saviour  and  my  God; 
I  hear  his  joyful  voice. 

2  I  need  not  go  abroad  for  joy — 

I  have  a  feast  at  home; 
My  sighs  are  turned  into  songs, 
The  Comforter  is  come. 

3  Down  from  on  high  the  blessed  Dove 

Is  come  into  my  breast, 
To  witness  God's  eternal  love; 
This  is  my  heav'nly  feast, 

4  There  is  a  stream  that  issues  forth 

From  God's  eternal  throne, 
And  from  the  Lamb,  a  living  stream. 
Clear  as  the  crystal  stone. 

5  That  stream  doth  water  Paradise, 

It  makes  the  angels  sing; 
One  cordial  drop  revives  my  heart; 
Hence  all  my  joys  do  spring* 
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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.  244.215 

244.     C.  M.         Gibbons. 
The  increase  of  the  Church  promised  and  pledged, 

1  TT^ATHER,  is  not  thy  promise  pledg'd 
JL     To  thine  exalted  Son, 

That  through  the  nations  of  the  earth 
Thy  word  of  life  shall  ran? 

2  "Ask,  and  I  give  the  heathen  lands 

For  thine  inheritance, 
And  to  the  world's  remotest  shores 
Thine  empire  shall  advance." 

3  Hast  thou  not  said  that  Abram's  seed 

Shall  their  Redeemer  own; 
While  Gentiles  the  same  promise  clainr, 
And  bow  before  his  throne? 

4  Are  not  all  kingdoms,  tribes,  and  tongues, 

LTnder  th'  expanse  of  heruen, 
To  the  dominion  of  thy  Son 
"Without  exception  givent 

5  From  east  to  west,  from  north  to  south, 

Then  be  his  name  ador'd! 
Europe  with  all  thy  millions,  shout 
Hossanna  to  the  Lord! 

6  Asia  and  Africa  resound  . 

From  shore  to  shore  his  fame! 
And  thou,  America,  in  soaga 
Redeeming  love  proclaim. 
245,     8,  7,  4, 
Prayer  for  the   spread    of  the    Gospel. — Isa. 

xlix.  22.  lx.  4,5. 
1   /^&'ER  the  gloomy  hills  of  darkness, 
\~r   Look,  my  soul, be  still,  and  gaze, 
0 


246       EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

All  the  promises  do  travail 
With  a  glorious  day  of  grace; 

Blessed  Jubilee 
Let  thy  glorious  morning  dawn- 

2  Let  the  Indian,  let  the  Negro, 

Let  the  rude  Barbarian  see, 
That  divine  and  glorious  conquest. 
Once  obtain 'd  on  Calvary; 

Let  the  gospel 
Soon  resound  from  pole  to  pole. 

3  Kingdoms  wide  that  sit  in  darkness, 

Grant  them.  Lord,  the  glorious  light. 
And  from  eastern  coast  to  western. 

May  the  morning  chase  the  night; 
And  redemption, 
Freely  purchas'd,  win  the  day. 

4  [May  the  glorious  day  approaching, 

Thine  eternal  love  proclaim, 
And  the  everlasting  gospel, 
Spread  abroad  thy  holy  name. 

O'er  the  borders 
Of  the  great  Immamiel's  land.] 

5  Mighty  Saviour, spread  thy  gospel: 

Win  and  conquer,  never  cease; 
May  thy  lasting  wide  dominions 
Multiply  and  still  increase; 

Sway  thy  sceptre, 
Saviour,  all  the  world  ardu#d. 

246.      L.  M. 
Prayer  for  the  spread  of  the  Gospel. 
I    npi-IY  people,  Lord,  who  trust,  thy  woi 
JL    And  wan.  the  sroillrigs  of  thy  face. 
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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.       247. 

'     Assemble  round  thy  mercy  seat, 

And  plead  the  promise  of  thy  grace, 
%  We  consecrate  these  hours  to  thee, 

I         Thy  sov'reign  mercy  to  entreat; 
And  feel  some  animating  hope, 
We  shall  divine  acceptance  meet.. 

3  Hast  thou  not  promised  ip  thy  Son, 

That  his  dominion  shall  extend, 
'Till  ev'ry  tongue  shall  call  him  Lord, 
And  ev'ry  knee  before,  him  bend  J 

4  Now  let  the  happy  time  appear, 

The  time  to  favor  Zipn  come; 
Send  forth  thy  heralds  far  and  near, 
To  call  thy  banish'd  people  home. 
247.     8,  7. 
Missions. 
1  TTARK!  what  mean  those  lamentations^ 
JljL  Rolling  sadiy  through  the  sky! 
'Tis  the  voice  of  heathen  nations, 
"Come  and  help  us  ere  we  die." 
-2  Hear  the  heathens  sad  complaining, 
Christians  hear  their  dying  cry; 
And,  the  love  of  Christ  constraining, 
Join  to  help  them  ere  they  die! 

3  How  can  ye,  whose  souk  are  lighted 

With  that  wisdom  from  on  high, — 
How  can  ye,  to  men  benighted 
Heaven's  lamp  of  life  deny? 

4  Waft,  ye  winds,  the  pleasing  story, 

And  ye  gentle  waters  roll, 

bit 


248       EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

Until,  like  a  sea  of  glory, 

It  shall  spread  from  pole  to  pole. 
PART  II.     8,  7.         Tappan. 

1  d~^  OD,  our  God,  his  power  revealing", 
Hjt    In  this  latter  harvest  time, 
Bids  his  Sun,  with  wings  of  healing, 

Rise  on  each  benighted  clime. 
See!  o'er  vale  and  humbled  mountain, 

Rolls  his  conquering*  car  to-day; 
See!  his  brightness,  like  a  fountain, 

Flooding  all  the  glad  highway. 

2  By  the  Mission  Ships  that  wander, 

Messengers  to  every  sea, — 
By  his  servants  toiling  yonder, 

Where  stern  idols  claim  the  knee. 
He  is  Error's  night  dispelling, 

Bidding  grace  in  rivers  iiow, 
From  Atlantic  to  the  dwelling 

Of  the  lowly  Esquimaux. 
>  Wake  the  harp,  ye  angels!  ever 

Warble,  ye  melodious  choirs! 
Sweet  your  minstrelsy,  yet  never 

With  Redemption  thrill  those  wires. 
•'Tis  our  scng;  and  all  your  gl< 

Starry  crowns  and  hymns  above, 
Fade    while  Christians  tell  tie  c_tor~y 

Of  a  Saviour's  dyh.g  love. 

248,     ?,  6.         Br.  Heber. 
J*iiss:on^ry  h'yrah . 

FROM  Greenland's  icy  n.cunti 
From  India's  coral  strand; 
21- 


EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

Where  Afric's  sunny  fountains 
Roll  down  their  golden  sand; 

From  many  an  ancient  river, 
From  many  a  palmy  plain, 

They  call  us  to  deliver 

Their  land  from  error's  chain. 

What  though  the  spicy  breezes 

Blow  soft  o'er  Ceylon's  isle, 
Though  ev'ry  prospect  pleases. 

And  only  man  is  vile; 
In  vain  with  lavish  kindness 

The  gifts  of  God  are  thr. 
The  heathen  in  his  blindness 

Bows  down  to  wood  and  stone. 

Shall  wc,  whose  souls  are  lighted 

With  wkdom  from  on  high, 
Shall  we  to  men  benighted 

The  lamp  of  life  deny? 
Salvation!  O  Salvation! 

The  joyful  sound  proclaim, 
-"Till  earth's  remotest  nation 

Has  learn'd  Messiah's  name 

Waft,  waft,  ye  winds,  his  story, 

And  you,  ye  waters,  roll, 
'Till,  like  a  aea  of  glory, 

It  spreads  from  pole  to  pole, 
'Till  o'er  our  ransom'd  nature, 

The  Lamb  for  sinners  slum, 
Redeemer.  King,  Creator, 

To  bliss  return,  to  reLq-n, 


U9       EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

PART  II.     8,  7.        Kelly. 

1  TTTTARK!  a  cry  among  the  nations! 
JLJL  '-Come,  and  let  us  seek  the  Lord: 
"Vain  our  former  expectations; 

"Vain  the  idols  we  ador'd: 
"Zion's  King  is  God  alone; 
"Let  us  bow  before  his  throne.'5 

2  See!  from  ev'ry  quarter  flowing. 

Joyful  crowds  assemble  round: 
Love  in  ev'ry  heart  is  glowing: 

Praise  is  heard  in  ev^ry  souud; 
While  Jehovah  shews  his  face, 
Glory  fills  the  sacred  place. 

3  Weapons  meant  for  mutual  slaughter 

Now  are  instruments  of  peace; 
They  who  taste  the  living  water, 

Learn  from  war  and  strife  to  cease: 
Jesus  reigns — the  earth  is  still — 
All  the  nations  do  his  will. 

249.     7s.         J.  Maksuen. 
Mark  xvi.  15. 
1  df~*A  O,  ye  messengers  of  God, 
%JF  Like  the  beams  of  morning  fly; 
Take  the  wonder-working  rod. 
Wave  the  banner  cross  on  high' 

I  Go  to  many  a  tropic  isle. 

On  the  bosom  of  the  deep; 
Where  the  skies  forever  smile, 
And  the  blacks  forever  weep 
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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.       250 

3  Where  the  golden  gates  of  day 

Open  on  the  palmy  East, 
Wide  the  bleeding  cross  display, 
Spread  the  gospel's  richest  feast, 

4  Visit  ev'ry  heathen  soil, 

Ev'ry  barren,  burning  strand, 
Bid  each  dreary  region  smile. 
Lovely  as  the  promised  land, 

5  In  yon  wilds  of  stream  and  shade, 

Many  an  Indian  wigwam  trace; 
And  with  words  of  love  persuade 
Savages  to  sue  for  grace. 
§  Circumnavigate  the  Ball — 
Visit  ev'ry  soil  and  sea; 
Preach  the  cross  of  Christ  to  all"; 
Jesus'  love  is  full  and  free. 

250.     L.  M.        H. 
The  Angel' s  flight. — Rev.  xiv.  6. 

1  P  j^HAT  mighty  angel,  to  whose  hand 

-M     The  everlasting  word  is  giv'n, 
Waves  his  broad  wing  o'er  sea  and  land, 
And  soaring,  cleaves  the  vault  of  heav'n* 

2  And  say — shall  aught  oppose  his  flight1? — 

Aught  dim  with  clouds  his  flaming  scroll- 
No! — not  till  truth  with  holy  light 
Shall  visit  ev'ry  heathen  soul. 

3  Not  till  blest  Peace  shall  spring  to  birth; 

'Till  hatred  sheath  his  useless  sword; 
Not  till  the  nations  of  the  earth 
Become  the  kingdoms  of  the  Lord. 

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251,  252  EVANGELICAL  HYMNS, 

251.    C.  M.        Logan. 
Mic*  iv.  1—5. 

1  "OEHOLD!  the  mountain  of  the  Lord, 
JK3  In  latter  days,  shall  rise 

Above  the  mountains  and  the  hills, 
And  draw  the  wond'ring  eyes. 

2  To  this  the  joyful  nations  round, 

AU  tribes  and  tongues,  shall  flow, 
"Up  to  the  hill  of  God,"  they  say, 
"And  to  his  courts  we'll  go." 

3  The  beams  that  shine  on  Zion's  hill 

Shall  lighten  ev'ry  land; 
The  King-  who  reigns  in  Zion's  tow'rs, 
Shall  all  the  world  command. 

4  No  longer  hosts  encount'ring  hosts, 

Their  millions  slain  deplore; 
They  hang  the  trumpet  in  the  hall, 
And  study  war  no  more. 

5  Come  then — O,  come  from  every  land, 

To  worship  at  his  shrine; 
And  walking  m  the  light  of  God, 
With  holy  beauties  shine. 

S552.     S.  M.         Dwight. 
Love  to  the  Church. — Ps.  cxxxvii.  5,  6. 

I  LOVE  thy  Kingdom,  Lord, 
The  house  of  thine  abode, 
The  Church,  our  blest  Redeemer  sav-'d 
With  his  own  precious  blood. 
2  Beyond  my  hig-hest  joy 

I  prize  her  heav'nly  ways. 
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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.       053 

Her  sweet  communion,  solemn  vows, 

Her  hymns  of  love  and  praise. 
If  e'er  to  bless  thy  sons 

My  voice  or  hands  deny. 
These  hands  let  useful  skill  forsake, 

This  voice  in  silence  die. 
If  e'er  my  heart  forget 

Her  welfare  or  her  woe, 
Let  every  joy  this  heart  forsake, 

And  every  grief  o'erflow. 
For  her  my  tears  shall  fall; 

For  her  my  prayers  ascend; 
To  her  my  cares  and  toils  by  given, 

'Till  toils  and  cares  shall  end. 
Sure  as  thy  truth  shall  last, 

To  Zion  shall  be  given 
The  brightest  glories  earth  can  yield, 

And  brighter  bliss  of  heaven. 
253.     L.  M.         Gibbons. 
Acts  x.  38. 

WHEN  Jesus  dwelt  in  mortal  clay. 
What  were  his  works  fro»  day  to  day , 
But  miracles  of  power  and  grace, 
That  spread  salvation  through  our  race? 
Teach  us,  O  Lord,  to  keep  in  view 
Thy  pattern,  and  thy  steps  pursue; 
Let  alms  bestow'd,  let  kindness  done, 
Be  witness'd  by  each  rolling  sun. 

That  man  may  last,  but  never  lives, 
Who  much  receives,  but  nothing  gives* 

217 


254        EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

Whom  none  can  love,  whom  none  can  thank; 
Creation's  blot,  creation's  blank. 

4  But  he,  who  marks,  from  day  to  day, 
In  generous  acts,  his  radiant  way, 
Treads  the  same  path  his  Saviour  trod. 
The  path  to  glory  and  to  God. 

254.     C.  M.        Barbauld. 

Charity. 

1  TO  LEST  is  the  man,  whose  soft'ning  heart 
•MJfr  Feels  all  another's  pain; 

To  whom  the  supplicating  eye 
Was  never  rais'd  in  vain. 

2  Whose  breast  expands  with  gen'rous  warmth 

A  stranger's  woes  to  feel; 
And  bleeds  in  pity  o'er  the  wound 
He  wants  the  power  to  heal. 

3  He  spreads  his  kind  supporting  arms 

To  every  child  of  grief: 
His  secret  bounty  largely  flows, 
And  brings  unask'd  relief. 

4  To  gentle  offices  of  love 

His  feet  ere  never  slow; 
He  views,  through  mercy's  melting  eye, 
A  brother  in  a  foe. 

5  He,  from  the  bosom  of  his  God, 

Shall  present  peace  receive — 
And  when  he  kneels  before  the  throne, 
His  trembling  soul  shall  live. 
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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.  255, 25G 

255.       L.  M. 
Charity. 

1  rriHE  gold  and  silver  are  the  Lord's, 

jk.     And  every  blessing  earth  affords; 
All  come  from  his  propitious  hand, 
And  must  return  at  his  command. 

2  The  blessings  which  I  now  enjoy, 
I  must  for  Christ  and  souls  employ, 
For  if  I  use  them  as  my  own, 

My  Lord  will  soon  call  in  his  loan. 

3  When  I  to  him  in  want  apply, 
He  never  does  my  suit  deny; 
And  shall  1  then  refuse  to  give, 
Since  T  so  much  from  him  receivel 

1  Shall  Jesus  leave  the  realms  of  day, 
And  clothe  himself  in  humble  clay! 
Shall  he  become  despis'd  and  poor, 
To  make  me  rich  forevermore? 

S  And  shall  I  wickedly  withhold, 
To  give  my  silver  and  my  gold! 
To  aid  a  cause  my  soul  approves, 
And  save  the  sinners  Jesus  loves! 

€  Expand  my  heart — incline  me,  Lord, 
To  give  the  whole  I  can  afford; 
That  what  thy  bounty  renders  mine, 
I  may  with  cheerful  hands  resign. 

256.     L.  M.         Collyer. 
Household  Baptism. 

UNITED  prayers  ascend  to  thee, 
Eternal  Parent  of  mankind; 

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2.57      EVANGELICAL  KftMNS. 

Smile  on  this  waiting  family — 

Thy  face  they  seek,  and  let  them  find.. 

2  Let  the  dear  pledges  of  their  love, 

Like  tender  plants  around  them  grow, 
Thy  present  grace  and  joys  above, 
Upon  their  little  ones  bestow. 

3  Receive,  at  their  believing  hand, 

The  charge  which  they  devote  as  thine, 
Qbedient  to  thier  Lord's  command — 
And  seal  with  pow'r  the  rite  divine. 

4  To  every  member  of  their  house, 

Thy  grace  impart,  thy  love  extend; 
Grant  every  good  that  time  allows, 
With  heav'nly  joys  that  never  end. 
257.     C.  M.      •  Doddridge. 
Mark  x.  14. 
i   QJEE  Israel's  gentle  Shepherd  stand 
£3  With  all  engaging  charms; 
Hark,  how  he  calls  the  tender  lambs. 
And  folds  shem  in  his  arms. 

2  "Permit  them  to  approach,"  he  cries, 

"Nor  scorn  their  humble  name; 
"For  'twas  to  bless  such  souls  as  these, 
"The  Lord  of  angels  came." 

3  We  bring  them,  Lord,  in  thankful  handc 

And  yield  them  up  to  thee; 
Joyful  that  we  ourselves  arc  thine, 
Thine  let  our  offspring  be. 

4  Ye  little  flock,  with  pleasure  hear, 

Ye  children.,  seek  his  face: 

m 


EVANGELICAL  Hf  MNS.  258,  258 

And  fly  with  transports  to  receive 

The  blessings  of  his  grace. 
?  If  orphans  they  are  left  behii 

Thy  g-uardian  care  we  trust: 
That  care  shall  heal  our  bleeding  heart. 

If  weeping  o'er  their  dnst. 

258.     C.  M.        Hyqe, 
Infant  baptism. 

1  QHEPHERD,  who  lead-st  with  tender  care 
^   The  feeble  of  thy  fold,— 

Who  dost  regard  the  weakest  there, 
And  all  their  steps  uphold; 

2  This  little  helpless  lamb. receive. 

In  mercy  to  thy  breast; 
And  let  parental  fondness  leave 
It  safely  there  to  rest. 

3  Surround  it  with  thy  guardian  love 

Through  all  life's  dang'rous  way, 
Ne'er  let  it  from  thy  pastures  rove^ 
Nor  be  the  lion's  prey. 

4  In  thine  eternal,  heav'nly  home, 

Oh,  let  it  find  a  place; 
And  he,  when  life  and  toils  are  done, 
A  trophy  of  thy  grace. 

259.     C.  M.         Green. 
Parents'  prayer  for  their  children.   "Oh  that 
Isbx  aelr,  ightlivel'efore  thee!"-Gen.xvii.  18. 
1  F7    HUS       '  >'e  pious  Abrali'm  pray 
JL    For  his  beloved,  son; 

2*1 


259       EVANGELICAL  HYMNS, 

Let  parents  in  the  present  day 
His  language  make  their  own. 

2  Though  they  with  God  in  cov'nant  bev. 

And  have  their  heav'n  in  view, 
They  are  unhappy,  till  they  see 
Their  children  happy  too. 

3  Their  hearts  with  inward  anguish  bleed 

When  all  attempts  prove  vain; 
And  they  pursue  those  paths  that  lead 
To  everlasting  pain. 

4  They  warn,  indulge,  correct,  beseech, 

While  tears  in  torrents  flow; 
And  'tis  beyond  the  pow'r  of  speech 
To  tell  the  griefs  they  know. 

5  'Till  they  can  see  victorious  grace 

Their  children's  souls  possess, 
The  sparkling  wit,  the  smiling  face 

But  adds  to  their  distress. 
G  See  the  fond  father  clasp  his  child; 

Hark!  how  his  bowels  move: 
"Shalt  thou,  my  offspring,  be  exil'd 

From  God  my  Father's  love? 

7  "Shall  cruel  spirits  drag  thee  down 
To  darkness  and  despair; 
Beneath  th' Almighty's  angry  frown, 
To  dwell  forever  there? 
.$  "Kind  heav'n,  the  dreadful  scene  forbid! 
Look  down,  dear  Lord,  and  bless;. 
I'll  wrestle  hard,  as  Jacob  did— - 
May  I  obtain  success!" 
222 


EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.  200,  26 1 

260.     L.  M.         Hyde. 
Prayer  for  the  children  of  the  Church. 

1  TTVEAR  Saviour,  if  these  lambs  should stray 
JU  From  thy  secure  enclosure's  bound, 
And,  lur'd  by  worldly  joys  away, 

Among  the  thoughtless  crowd  be  found; 

2  Remember  still  that  they  are  thine, 

That  thy  dear  sacred  name  they  bear, 
Think  that  the  seal  of  love  divine, — 
The  sign  of  cov'nant  grace  they  wear. 

3  In  all  their  erring,  sinful  years, 

Oh,  let  them  ne'er  forgotten  be; 
Remember  all  the  pray'rs  and  tears, 
Which  made  them  consecrate  to  thee. 

4  And  when  these  lips  no  more  can  pray, 

These  eyes  can  weep  for  them  no  more. 
Turn  thou  their  feet  from  folly's  Avay , 
The  wand'rers  to  thy  fold  restore. 

261.     CM.         Cowper. 
Fray er for  Youth. 

1  #^OME,  Lord,  and  bless  the  rising  race! 
V.^  Make  this  a  happy  hour, 
According  to  thy  richest  grace, 

And  thine  almighty  pow'r. 

2  Dear  youth,  we  know  your  sinful  state — > 

May  God  your  hearts  renew! 
We  would  awhile  ourselves  forget, 
To  pour  out  pray'r  for  you. 

3  We  see,  though  you  perceive  it  not, 

Th'  approaching,  awful  doom! 

223 


2S2       EVANGELICAL  HYMNS, 

Oh,  tremble  at  the  solemn  thought, 
And  flee  the  wrath  to  come! 

262\     C.  M.         Doddridge. 
And  yet  there  is  room. — Luke  xiv.  22. 

1  FTpHE  King  of  heav'n  his  table  spreads,, 

-*..    The  dainties  crown  the  board: 
Not  Paradise,  with  all  its  joys, 
Could  such  delight  afford. 

2  Pardon  and  peace  to  dying  men, 

And  endless  life  are  giv'n; 
Through  the  rich  blood  that  Jesus  shed> 
To  raise  the  soul  to  heav'n. 

3  Ye  hungry  poor,  that  long  have  stray'd 

In  sin's  dark  mazes,  come; 
Come  from  your  most  obscure  retreats, 
And  grace  shall  find  you  room. 

4  Millions  of  souls  in  glory  now, 

Were  fed  and  feasted  here; 
And  millions  more  still  on  the  way, 
Around  the  board  appear. 
15  Yet  is  his  house  and  heart  so  large, 
That  millions  more  may  come; 
Nor  could  the  whole  assembled  world 
O'erfill  the  spacious  room. 
§  All  things  are  ready,  come  away, 
Nor  weak  excuses  frame; 
Crowd  to  your  places  at  the  feast. 
And  bless  the  founder's  name 


EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.  2C3,  264 

2G3.     7s. 
Compel  them  to  come  in. — Luke  xiv.  23. 
i    IT    ORD,  how  large  thy  bounties  are, 
-Li  Tender,  gracious,  sinner's  friend; 
What  a  feast  dost  thou  prepare, 
And  ivhat  invitations  send! 

2  Now  fulfil  thy  great  design, 

Who  didst  first  the  message  hring: 
Ev'ry  heart  to  thee  incline; 
Now  compel  them  to  come  in. 

3  [Rushing  on  the  downward  road, 

Sinners  no  compulsion  need; 
Heaven  to  forsake,  and  God, 
See,  they  run  with  rapid  speed. 

4  Draw  them  back  by  love  divine — 

With  thy  grace  their  spirits  win; 
Ev'ry  heart  to  thee  incline; 
New  compel  them  to  come  in.] 
fi  Thus  their  willing  souls  compel — 
Thus  their  happy  minds  const: 
From  the  ways  of  death  and  hell, 
Home  to  God,  and  grace  again. 
.6  Stretch  that  conqu'ring  arm  of  thine , 
Once  stretch'd  out  to  bleed  for  sin: 
Every  heart  to  thee  incline; 
Now  compel  them  to  come  in, 
264.     C.  M.        Steels. 
And  yd  there  is  room. — Luke  xiv.  22, 
1   X^E  wretched ,  hungry,  starring  poor, 
JL     M  i  feast!  . 

F 


265      EVANGELICAL  HYMNS 

Where  mercy  spreads  her  bounteous- store> 

For  every  humble  guest. 
*&  See,  Jesus  stands  with  open  arms; 

He  calls,  be  bids  you  come! 
Guilt  holds  yoit^  back,  and  fear  alarms , 

But  see,  there  yet  is  room! 

3  [Room  in  the  Saviour's  bleeding  heart* 

There  love  and  pity  meet: 

Nor  will  he  bid  the  soul  depart. 

That  trembles  at  his  feet. 

4  In  him  the  Father  reconcilM, 

Invites  your  souls  to  come: 

The  rebel  shall  be  call'd  a  child, 

And  kindly  welcom'd  home.] 

3  Oh  come,  and  with  his  children  fcasfce 

The  blessings  if  his  love: 
While  hope  attends  the  sweet  repast 
Of  nobler  joys  above. 

§  There,  with  united  heart  and  voice, 
Before  th'  eternal  throne,. 
Ten  thousand  thousandsouls  rejoice* 
In  ecstasies  unknown. 

3  And  yet  ten  thousand  thousand  more 
Are  welcome  still  to  come; 
Ye  longing  souls,  thegrace  adore, 
Approach,  there  yet  is  room! 
265.     C.  M.         Hart. 
Faith,  Hope,  and  Love. — 1  Cor.  xiii.  Kt 
'.  npIIE  blest  memorials  of  thy  love, 
JL      Of  thine  atoning  death.; 
,25 


EVANGELICAL  HYMNS,       266 

We  come,  dear  Saviour,  to  recieve. 
But  would  recieve  with— faith. 

2  The  tokens  sent  us  to  relieve 

Our  spirits,  when  they  droop; 
We  come,  dear  Saviour,  to  recieve, 

But  would  receive  with — hope. 

3  The  pledges  thou  wastpleas'd  to  leave^.' 

Our  sorrows  to  remove; 
We  come,  dear  Saviour,  to  recieve, 
But  would  receive  with — love. 

4  Here,  in  obedience  to  thy  word, 

We  take  the  bread  and  wine; 
The  utmost  we  can  do,  dear  Lord! 
For  all  beyond  is  thine. 

5  Increase  our  faith,  and  hope,  and  love, 

Lord,  give  us  all  that's  good; 
We  would  thy  full  salvation  prove, 
And  share  thy Jlesh  and  blood. 
266.     S.  M. 
My  son>give  me  thine  heart. — Prov.  xxiii.  2'S. 
1     A  ND  can  I  yet  delay 
J\   My  little  all  to  give? 
To  tear  myself  from  earth  away, 
My  Jesus  to  receive! 
,2  Nay, but  I  yield,  I  yield! 
I  can  hold  out  no  more: 
I  sink,  by  dying  love  compell'd, 
And  own  him  conqueror. 
3  Though  late  I  all  forsake, 
My  friends,  my  nil  resign, 


367      EVANGELICAL  HYMNS, 

Gracious  Redeemer,  take,  O  take, 
And  seal  me  ever  thine! 

4  Come  and  possess  me  whole, 

And  ne'er  from  me  remove; 

Settle  and  fix  my  wav'ring  soul, 

With  all  thy  weight  of  love. 

5  My  one  desire  be  this, 

Thine  only  love  to  know; 
To  seek  and  taste  no  other  bliss, 
No  other  good  below. 

6  My  life,  my  portion  thou, 

Thou  all-sufficient  art, 
My  hope,  my  heav'nly  treasure,  now 
Enter,  and  keep  my  heart. 

2G7.     7s.         Montgomery. 
Young  Convert's  resolution. — Ruth  i.  16< 

1  "OEOPLE  of  the  living  God! 

JL      I  have  sought  the  world  around, 
Paths  of  sin  and  sorrow  trod, 

Peace  and  comfort  no  where  found. 
Now  to  you  my  spirit  turns, 

Turns — a  fugitive  unblest; 
Brethren!  where  your  altar  burns, 

Oh  receive  me  to  your  rest. 

2  Lonely  I  no  longer  roam. 

Like  the  cloud,  the  wind,  the  wave. 
Where  you  dwell  shall  be  my  home, 

Where  you  die  shall  be  my  grave. 
Mine  the  God  whom  you  adore, 

.Your  Redeemer  shall  be  mine, 
2<28 


EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.  2G8,269 

Earth  can  fill  my  soul  no  more; 
Every  idol  I  resign. 

3  Tell  me  not  of  gain  and  loss, 

Ease,  enjoyment,  pomp,  and  power; 
Welcome  poverty  and  cross, 

Shame,  reproach,  affliction's  hour. 
''Follow  me" — I  know  thy  voice, 

Jesus,  Lord!  thy  steps  I  see; 
Nov/  I  take  thy  yoke  by  choice, 

Light  thy  burden  now  to  me. 

268.  L.  M.         Godwin. 

On  admission  of  new  members. — Gen.  xxiv  31. 

WELCOME,  thou  weli-belov'd  of  God, 
Thou  heir  of  grace,  redeem'd  by  blood; 
Welcome  with  us  thy  hand  to  join 
As  partner  of  our  lot  divine. 

2  With  us  the  pilgrims'  state  embrace, 
WTe're  trav'ling  to  a  blissful  place; 
The  Holy  Ghost,  who  knows  the  way, 
Conduct  thee  on  from  day  to  day. 

3  Take  up  thy  cross,  and  bear  it  on, 
It  shall  be  light,  and  not  be  loug; 
Soon  shalt  thou  sit  with  Jesus  down, 
And  wear  an  everlasting  crown. 

269.  C.  M.         Rylakd. 

Journey  to  Heaven. — Gen.  xxiv.  56. 
I  TN  all  my  Lord's  appointed  ways, 
-1    My  journey  I'll  pursue: 
Hinder  me  not,  ye  much  lov'd  saints, 
For  I  must  go  with  you. 

229 


270       EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

2  Through  floods  and  flames,  if  Jesus  lead, 

I'll  follow  where  he  goes; 
Hinder  me  not,  shall  be  my  cry, 
Though  earth  and  hell  oppose. 

3  ["Stay,"  says  the  world,  "and  taste  awhile 

"My  every  pleasant  sweet;" 
Hinder  me  not,  my  soul  replies, 
Because  the  way  is  great. 

4  "Stay,"  satan  my  old  master,  cries, 

"Or  force  shall  thee  detain;" 
Hinder  me  not,  I  will  be  gone— 
My  God  hath  broke  thy  chain.] 

5  Through  duty  and  through  trials  too, 

I'll  go  at  his  command; 
Hinder  me  not,  for  I  am  bound 
To  my  Immanuel's  land. 

6  And  when  my  Saviour  calls  me  home, 

Still  this  my  cry  shall  be — 
Hinder  me  not — come  welcome  death, 
I'll  gladly  go  with  thee. 
270.    L.  M.        Pres.  Davies. 
Self-dedication  to  God. 

1  X   ORD,  I  am  thine,  entirely  thine, 
JLi  Purchas'd  and  sav'd  by  blood  divine: 
With  full  consent  thine  I  would  be, 

And  own  thy  sov'reign  right  in  me. 

2  Grant  one  poor  sinner  more  a  place 
Among  the  children  of  thy  grace; 
A  wretched  sinner,  lost  to  God, 
But  ransom'd  by  Immanuel's  blood, 

23d 


EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.  271.  272 

2  Thee,  my  new  Master,  now  I  call, 
And  consecrate  to  thee  my  all; 
Lord,  let  me  live  and  die  to  thee— 
Me  thine  through  all  eternity. 

271.     L.  M  Steele-. 

The  noblest  resolution. — Josh.  xxiv.  15. 

1  1%/TAY  I  resolve  with  all  my  heart, 
IfJI   With  all  my  poW'rs  to  serve  the  Lord; 
Nor  from  his  precepts  e'er  depart, 

Whose  service  is  a  rich  reward, 

2  Oh,  be  his  service  all  my  joy! 

Around  let  my  example  shine, 

"Till  others  love  the  blest  employ, 

And  join  in  labours  so  divine. 

3  Be  this  the  purpose  of  my  soul, 

My  solemn,  my  determin'd  choice* 
To  yield  to  his  supreme  control, 
And  in  his  kind  commands  rejoice* 

4  Oh,  may  I  never  faint,  nor  tire, 

Nor  wand'rinsr,  leave  his  sacred  ways,: 
Great  God>  accept  my  soul's  desire. 

And  give  me  strength  to  live  thy  praise, 
272.     C.  M.         Stennett. 
xMyjfosh  is  meat  indeed. — John  vi.  53 — 56. 

1  TTERE,  at  thy  table.  Lord,  we  meet, 
JUL  To  feed  en  food  divine; 

Thy  body  is  the  bread  we  eat, 
Thy  precious  blood  the  wine* 

2  He  that  prepares  this  rich  repast, 

Himself  comes  down  and  dies; 

231 


273       EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

And  then  invites  us  thus  to  feast 
Upon  the  sacrifice. 

3  'Here  peace  and  pardon  sweetly  flow, 

Oh  what  delightful  food! 
We  eat  the  bread,  and  drink  the  wine, 
But  think  on  nobler  good. 

4  The  bitter  torments  he  endur'd, 

Upon  th  'accursed  tree, 
For  me,  each  welcome  guest  may  say, 
'Twas  all  procur'd  for  me. 

5  Sure  there  was  never  love  so  free, 

Dear  Saviour  so  divine; 
•  Well  thou  may'st  claim  that  heart  of  mc. 
Which  owes  so  much  to  thine. 
273.     C.  M.         Cole, 
Myjlesh  is  meat  indeed. — John  vi.  55. 

1  ^~i  RE  AT  God,  we  now  surround  thy  board,. 
\Jf  To  banquet  and  to  feed; 

Thy  flesh  and  blood,  dear  dying  Lord, 
Are  meat  and  drink  indeed. 

2  Thy  sacred  flesh  and  saving  blood, 

Do  ev'ry  type  exceed; 
And  we  can  say  this  heav'nly  food 
Is  meat  and  drink  indeed. 

3  The  paschal  supper  serv'd  to  show 

How  Jacob's  tribes  were  freed; 
And  in  a  figure  pointed  to 
This  meat  and  drink  indeed. 

4  The  manna  and  the  cheering  stream , 

For  Israel's  dai.lv  need, 
232 


EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.       274 

Did  in  the  wilderness  proclaim 
This  meat  and  drink  indeed. 

5  This  is  the  Lord's  appointed  feast, 

Enjoin'd  on  all  his  seed; 
His  flesh  and  blood,  O  happy  guest, 
Are  meat  and  drink  indeed. 

6  These  sacred  signs  assist  our  sense, 

But  faith  on  Christ  can  feed; 
He  is  the  bread  of  excellence, 
And  meat  and  drink  indeed. 
274.     C.  M.         Stennett. 
Eat,  O  friends!  <Sc— Cant.  v.  1. 

1  T  ORD,  at  thy  table  I  behold 
JLi  The  wonders  of  thy  grace; 
But  most  of  all  admire,  that  I 

Should  find  a  welcome  place. 

2  I  that  am  all  defil'd  with  sin, 

A  rebel  to  my  God, 
I  that  have  crucified  his  Son, 
And  trampled  on  his  blood. 

3  What  strange  surprising  grace  is  this, 

That  such  a  soul  has  room! 
My  Saviour  takes  me  by  the  hand — 
My  Jesus  bids  me  come. 

4  Eat,  O  my  friends,  the  Saviour  cries, 

The  feast  was  made  for  you; 
For  you  I  groan'd,  and  bled,  and  died, 
And  rose,  and  triumph'd  too. 

5  Had  I  ten  thousand  hearts,  dear  Lord, 

I'd  give  them  all  to  thee; 

233  - 


275       EVANGELICAL  HYMNS, 

Had  I  ten  thousand  tongues,  they  all 
Should  ^oin  the  harmony. 

275.     8,  7.     Wingiiove* 
Miracle  of  Grace. — Luke  xix.  40. 
AIL!  my  ever  Messed  Jesus, 


II 


Only  thee  I  wish  to  sing-; 
To  my  soul  thy  name  is  precious, 
Thou  my  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King* 

2  Oh  what  mercy  flows  from  heaven, 

Oh,  what  joy  and  happiness! 
Love  I  much!  I've  much  forgiven, 
I'm  a  miracle  of  grace* 

3  [Once  with  Adam's  race  in  ruin, 

Unconcern'd  in  sin  I  lay; 
Swift  destruction  still  pursuing, 
'Till  my  Saviour  pass'd  that  way, 

4  Witness,  all  ye  hosts  of  heaven, 

My  Redeemer's  tenderness, 
Love  I  much!  I've  much  forgiven, 
I'm  a  miracle  of  grace."'] 

5  Shout,  ye  bright  angelic  choir, 

Praise  the  Lamb  enthron'd  above; 
Whilst  astonish'd,  I  admire 

God's  free  grace  and  boundless  love. 

6  that  blest  moment  I  receiv'd  him, 

Fill'd  my  soul  with  joy  and  peace; 
Love  I  much]  I've  much  forgiven, 
I'm  a  miracle  of  grace. 
234 


EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.  276,  277 

276.     lis.        De  Fleurv. 
Kedron. 

1  fFIHOU  soft  gliding  Kedron,  by  thy  silver 

I-  stream, 

Our  Saviour,  at  midnight,  when  Cynthia's  pale 

beam 
Shone  bright  on  thy  waters,  would  frequently 

stray, 
And  lose,  in  thy  murmurs,  the  toils  of  the  day. 

2  How  damp  were  the  vapours  that  fell  on  his 

head. 
How  hard  was  his  pillow,  how  humble  his  bed; 
The  angels,  astonished,  grew  sad  at  the  sight, 
And  follow'd  their  Master  with  solemn  delight. 

3  Oh  garden  of  Olivet,  dear  honoured  spot, 
Thy  name  and  thy  wonders»shall  ne'er  be  forgot; 
The  theme  most  transporting  to  seraphs  above; 
The  triumph  of  sorrow!  the  triumph  of  love! 

4  Come  saints  and  adore  him,  come  bow  at  his 

feet; 
Oh  give  him  the  glory  and  praise  that  is  meet: 
Let  joyful  hosannahs  unceasing  arise, 
And  join  the  glad  chorus  that  gladdens  the 
skies. 

277.     8,  7. 
Priest. 

GREAT  High  Priest,  we  view  thee  stooping, 
With  our  names  upon  thy  breast; 
In  the  garden,  groaning,  drooping, 
To  the  ground  with  sorrow  press'd. 

235 


278       EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

2  Weeping  angels  stood  confounded 

To  behold  their  Maker  thus! 
And  can  we  remain  unwounded, 
When  we  know  'twas  all  for  us? 

3  On  the  cross  thy  body  broken, 

Cancels  ev'ry  penal  tie — 
Tempted  souls,  produce  this  token 
All  demands  to  satisfy. 

4  All  is  finish'd,  do  not  doubt  it, 

But  believe  your  dying  Lord; 
Never  reason  more  about  it, 
Only  take  him  at  his  word. 

5  Lord,  we  fain  would  trust  thee  solely. 

Since  for  us  thy  blood  was  spilt; 
G  i  acious  Saviour,  take  us  wholly — 
Take  and  make  us  what  thou  wilt* 
278.     L.  M.         Collyer. 
The  Saviour's  love. 

1  QOFT  be  the  gently  breathing  notes 
^  That  sing  the  Saviour's  dying  love; 
Soft  as  the  ev'ning  zephyr  floats, 

Soft  as  the  tuneful  lyres  above. 

2  Soft  as  the  morning  dews  descend, 

While  the  sweet  lark  exulting  soars; 
So  soft  to  your  Almighty  Friend, 
Be  every  sigh  your  bosom  pours. 

3  Pure  as  the  sun's  enliv'ning  ray, 

That  scatters  life  and  joy  abroad; 
Pure  as  the  lucid  car  of  day, 

That  wide  proclaims  its  Maker,  God , 
230 


EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.  279,  280 

4  True  as  the  magnet  to  the  pole, 
So  true  let  your  contrition  be — 
So  true  let  all  your  sorrows  roll, 
To  Him  who  bled  upon  the  tree. 

279.     L.  M.         Dr.  Doddridge. 
For  one  who  has  just  been  at  the  Lord'' stable. 
\  ^Ofc"  happy  day  that  fix'd  my  choice 

\y  On  thee  my  Saviour  and  my  God! 

Well  may  this  glowing  heart  rejoice, 

fAnd  tell  its  raptures  all  abroad. 
2  Oh  happy  bond  that  holds  my  vows 
To  him  who  merits  all  my  love! 
Let  grateful  incense  fill  thine  house 
Whene'er  to  seal  them,  there  I  move. 

3  'Tis  done!  the  great  transaction's  done! 

I  am  the  Lord's;  the  Lord  is  mine: 
He  drew  me,  and  I  follow 'd  on, 

Charm'd  to  confess  the  voice  divine. 

4  Then  rest,  thou  wand'ring,  wayward  heart, 

Finn  on  this  blissful  centre  rest; 
With  ashes  who  would  grudge  to  part, 
When  call'd  on  angels'  bread  to  feast? 

5  High  Heav'n  that  heard  the  solemn  vow, 

That  vow  renew'd  shall  daily  hear, 
'Till  in  my  latest  hour  I  bow, 

And  bless  in  death  a  bond  so  dear. 
280.     L.  M.        Watts. 
The  enjoyment  of.  Christ;  or,  delight  in  worship. 
1   ~JT   ORD,  what  a  heav'n  of  saving  grace 
JLi  Shines  through  the  beauties  of  thy  face. 

237 


281       EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

And  lights  our  passions  to  a  flame! 
Lord,  how  we  love  thy  charming  name| 

2  When  I  can  say,  My  God  is  mine, 
When  I  can  feel  thy  glories  shine, 
I  tread  the  world  beneath  my  feet, 

And  all  tho  earth  calls  gvud  or  great, 

3  While  such  a  scene  of  sacred  joys 
Our  raptur'd  eyes  and  souls  employs, 
Here  we  could  sit  and  gaze  away 

A  long,  an  everlasting  day. 

4  Well,  we  shall  quickly  pass  the  night, 
To  the  fair  coasts  of  perfect  light: 
Then  shall  our  joyful  senses  rove 
O'er  the  dear  object  of  our  love. 

5  [There  shall  we  drink  full  draughts  of  bliss* 
And  pluck  new  life  from  heav'nly  treesl 
Yet  now  and  then,  dear  Lord,  bestow 

A  drop  of  heav'n  on  worms  below. 

6  Send  comforts  down  from  thy  right  hand, 
While  we  pass  through  this  barren  landj 
And  in  thy  temple  let  us  see 

A  glimpse  of  love,  a  glimpse  of  thee.] 

281.      L.  M. 

The  Lord's  Supper  a  memorial  of  Chrisf* 

death.— 1  Cor.  xi.  26, 

1   "IVT  O — never  may  our  souls  forget 
JLl    Th' injunction  of  our  dying  Lord, 
To  meet,  as  we  have  often  met, 
Around  the  sacramental  board, 
238 


EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.       og2 

2  There  have  our  faith,  and  hope,  and  love, 

Partaken  of  angelic  food; 
The  Bread  descending  from  above, 
And  Wine — the  type  of  Jesus'  blood. 

3  In  mem'ry  of  that  dying  Lamb, 

Who  paid  for  man  salvation's  price, 
Who  was  at  once  the  great  "I  AM," 
Th'  atoning  Priest — and  Sacrifice. 

4  Thy  death,  dear  Lord,  we  celebrate, 

While  round  thy  table  metagrfin; 
Thy  graces  would'we  imitate, 
While  on  thy  footstool  we  remain. 
St. Yes,  and  while  thought,  and  life  shall  last, 
'Till  time  and  nature's  final  doom, 
Thy  friends  will  share  this  sweet  repast, 
Until  their  Lord  again  "shall  come." 
282.     L,  M.        Watts. 
The  Saint's  Hope. 
1  \^|THAT  sinners  value  I  resign; 

t  T      Lord,  'tis,  enough  that  thou  art  mine; 
I  shall  behold  thy  blissful  face, 
,     And  stand  complete  in  righteousness. 
2.  This  life's  a  dream,  an  empty  show; 
But  the  bright  world  to  which  I  go, 
Hath  joys  substantial  and  siucere; 
W'hen  shall  I  wake  and  find  me  there S 
Oh  glorious  hour!  O  blest  abode! 
I  shall  be  near  and  like  my  God! 
And  flesh  and  sin  no  more  control 
The  bacred  pleasures  of  the  soul. 

230 


283,  264  EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

4  My  flesh  shall  slumber  in  the  ground, 
'Till  the  last  trumpet's  joyful  sound; 
Then  burst  the  chains  with  sweet  surprise,! 
And  in  my  Saviour's  image  rise. 

283-.     C.  M*        Watts* 
Trials  overcome  by  //ope* 

1  "¥¥THEN  I  can  read  my  title  clear 

Tf     To  mansions  in  the  skies, 
I  bid  farewell  to  every  fear, 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 

2  Should  earth  against  my  soul  engage, 

And  hellish  darts  be  hurl'd, 
Then  I  can  smile  at  Satan's  rage, 
And  face  a  frowning  world. 

3  Let  cares  like  a  wild  deluge  come, 

And  storms  of  sorrow  fall: 
May  I  but  safely  reach  my  home, 
My  God,  my  Heaven,  my  All. 

4  There  shall  I  bathe  my  weary  soul 

In  seas  of  heavenly  rest, 
And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 
Across  my  peaceful  breast. 

284.      L.  M. 
cLet  every  one  that  namelh  the  name  of  Chriat,  de. 

vartfrom  iniquity.' — 2  Tim.  ii.  19. 
1    f   ET  all  who  name  his  blessed  name, 
jLj  Who  once  for  sinners  shed  his  blood, 
Depart  from  sin,  and  count  it  shame 
To  live  like  those  who  know  not  God. 
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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.       285 

2  What  kind  of  persons  should  they  be, 

Whose  names  appear  enroll'd  above? 
The  people  whom  the  Lord  makes  free, 
To  whom  he  manifests  his  love. 

3  What  kind  of  persons  should  they  be? 

How  blameless  should  their  life  appear, 
Who  hope  the  Lord  in  heavdn  to  see, 
And  dwell  with  him  forever  there? 

4  With  hopes  so  blessed  and  so  bright, 

Of  heaven  they  well  may  think  and  talk; 
And,  being  children  of  the  light, 
As  children  of  the  light  should  walk. 

5  The  sons  of  God,  they  well  mayscora 

The  highest  honours  here  on  earth; 
To  heaven's  eternal  honours  born, 
To  stoop  would  ill  become  their  birth. 
C  And  when  a  few  short  years  are  past, 

What's  promis:d  now  shall  then  begiv'n; 
A  goodly  portion  their's  at  last, 
The  glories  and  the  joys  of  heav'n. 

285.     CM.         Eippo-. 

Cfcristimi  self-denial. — Mark  viii.  34.  Luke 
ix.  23. 

1  A  ND  must  I  part  with  all  I  have, 
J\  My  dearest  Lord,  for  thee? 

It  is  but  right,  since  thou  hast  done 
Much  more  than  this  for  me. 

2  Yes,  let  it  go— one  look  from  thee 

Will  more  than  make  amends 

Q  241 


286      EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

For  all  the  losses  I  sustain 
Of  credit,  riches,  friends. 

3  Ten  thousand  worlds,  ten  thousand  lives. 

How  worthless  they  appear, 
Compar'd  with  thee,  supremely  good. 
Divinely  bright  and  fair! 

4  Saviour  of  souls,  could  I  from  thee 

A  single  smile  obtain, 
Though  destitute  of  all  things  else, 
I'd  glory  in  my  gain. 

286.     S.  M. 
Prayer  of  a  believer  after  Communion. 

1  f~\iV-  for  an  ardent  faith, 
Vi'  A  stedfast  trust  in  God! 
To  soften  life's  harassing  cares. 

And  smoothe  its  rugged  road., 

2  Oh  for  a  grateful  heart! 

A  patient — humble  mind; 
To  heav'n,  submissive  and  devout, 
To  man,  sincere  and  kind, 

3  Spirit  of  love  and  peace! 

Descend  and  fill  this  heart; 
Bid  every  rising  murmur  cease, 
Ahd  every  doubt  depart. 

4  Pour  on  this  darken'd  mind. 

Thy  soul-reviving  rays; 
Then  shall  my  lips  proclaim  myjoy, 
And  all  my  life  be  praise. 

5  Then  will  this  bosom  glow 

With  ecstacy  and  love; 
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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.  207,  233 

And  faith  and  hope,  on  angel-wing, 
Aspire  to  joy3  above. 

237..    C.  M.         Steele. 
The  Request. 

1  TjlATHER,  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss, 

JO     Thy  sovereign  will  denies, 
Accepted  at  thy  throne  of  grace. 
Let  this  petition  rise: — 

2  "Give  me  a  calm,  a  thankful  heart, 

From  every  murmur  free; 
The  blessings  of  thy  grace  impart, 
And  make  me  live  to  thee. 

3  "Let  the  sweet  hope  that  I  am  thine, 

My  life  and  death  attend; 
Thy  presence  through  my  journey  shine , 
And  crown  my  journey's  end." 
28$.      C.  M_ 
Request. 

1  /"^OME,  Holy  Ghost,  my  soul  inspire—? 
Vy  This  one  great  gift  impart — 
What  most  Ineed — and  panst desire. 

A  humble,  holy  heart. 

2  Bear  witness  that  I'm  born  again, 

My  many  sins  forgiv'n: 
Nor  let  a  gloomy  doubt  remain 
To  cloud  my  hope  of  heav'n. 

3  More  of  myself  grant  I  may  know, 
From  sin's  deceit  be  free, 

In  all  the  christian  graces  grow, 
And  live  alone  to  thee. 

24& 


<»S9       EVANGELICAL  HYMNS, 

289.     8,  7.         Andrews. 
A  prayer  for  universal  holinegs* 

1  T^ATHER,  sanctify  me  wholly, 

JT     Grant  me  thy  transforming  grace; 
May  I  still  behold  thy  glory 

Shining  in  the  Saviour's  face: 
Pardon'd  through  his  perfect  merit, 

Grant  me  pow'r  to  conquer  sin; 
Purify  me  by  thy  Spirit; 

Take  away  my  dross  and  tin. 

2  May  1  live  by  faith  in  Jesus; 

Ever  boasting  in  his  cross, 
Charm"d  with  all  his  shining  graces. 

And  delighted  with  his  laws: 
As  an  humble  child  and  servant, 

May  I  still  revere  thy  name; 
Love  to  thee,  supreme  and  fervent, 

Growing  to  a  burning  flame. 

3  Grant  me  sweet  entire  submission 

To  thy  wise  and  holy  will, 
Deep  repentance  for  transgression, 

Poverty  of  spirit  still; 
Fortitude  in  times  of  trial, 

ZeaLto  serve  the  living  God, 
Y/atchfuiness  and  self-denial, 

Gratitude  for  every  good. 

4  In  thy  presence  oft  appearing, 

May  I  see  thy  beauteous  face, 
Praying,  praising,  reading,  hearing-, 
Using  all  the  means  of  grace, 

244 


EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.        290 

Give  me  strong,  sincere  affection 
To  the  saints  who  fear  thy  name, 

Deep  concern,  unfeign'd  compassion 
For  the  careless  and  profane. 

5  Make  me  just  in  all  my  dealings3 

That  I  never  may  oppress; 
Kind,  benev'lent  in  my  feelings 

To  my  neighbours  in  distress; 
Sober,  temp'rate,  gentle,  humble. 

Well  regarding  truth  and  peace 
Father,  let  me  never  stumble, 

Nor  forsake  thy  sacred  way?. 

£90.     S.  M. 
Wants. 
i  T  WANT  a  heart  to  pray, 
-1    To  pray  and  never  cease, 
Never  to  murmur  at  thy  stay, 
Or  wish  my  suff' rings  less. 

2  This  blessing  above  all, 

Always  to  pray,  I  want; 
Out  of  the  deep  on  thee  to  calij 
And  never,  never  faint. 

3  I  want  a  true  regard, 

A  single,  steady  aim, 
Unrnov'd  by  threat'nings  or  reward. 
To  thee  and  thy  great  name. 

4  A  jealous,  just  concern 

For  thine  immortil  praise; 
A  purr,  desire  that  all  may  learn 
And  glorifv  thy  grace- 


591,  292  EVANGELICAL  HYMNS, 

5  I  want,  with  all  my  heart, 

Thy  pleasure  to  fulfil; 
To  know  myself,  and  what  thou  art, 
And  what  thy  perfect  will. 

6  I  want,  I  know  not  what; 

I  want  my  wants  to  see; 
I  want — alas!  what  want  I  not, 
When  thou  art  not  in  me? 

291.     CM.         M^sorr. 
Pearl  of  great  price. — Matt.  xiii.  46. 
rl  T'VE  found  the  pearl  of  greatest  price; 
Jl  My  heart  exults  for  joy; 
And  sing  I  must — a  Christ  I  have — 
O  what  a  Christ  have  I! 

2  Christ  is  »ry  Father  and  ir«y  Friend, 

My  Brother  and  my  Love; 
My  Head,  my  Hope,  my  Counsellor, 
My  Advocate  above. 

3  My  Christ,  he  is  the  Heav'n  of  heav'n; 

My  Christ  what  shall  I  call? 
My  Christ  is  first,  my  Christ  is  last, 
My  Christ  is  all  in  all. 

292.     C.  M.        Steele. 
Pearl  of  great  price. — Matt.  xiii.  46. 
t   "\7"E  g-litfring  toys  of  earth,  adieu, 
JL     A  nobler  choice  be  mine; 
A  real  prize  attracts  my  view — 
A  treasure  all  divine. 

2  Be  gone,  unworthy  of  my  cares, 
Ye  specious  baits  of  sense; 
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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.       293 

Inestimable  worth  appears, 
The  pearl  cf  price  immense! 

3  Should  both  the  Indies,  at  my  call, 

Their  boasted  stores  resign, 
With  joy  1  would  renounce  them  all, 
For  leave  to  call  thee  mine. 

4  Should  earth's  vain  treasures  all  depart, 

Of  this  dear  giftpossess'd, 
I'd  clasp  it  to  my  joyful  heart, 
And  be  forever  blest. 

5  Dear  Sovereign  of  my  soul's  desires, 

Thy  love  is  bliss  divine; 
Accept  the  praise  that  grace  inspires, 
Since  I  can  call  thee  mine! 

293.     C.  M.         Steele. 
Vanities  of  the  world. — Ps.  iv.  6,  7. 

1  TJEGONE,  ye  gilded  vanities, 
JD  I  seek  substantial  good; 
To  real  bliss  my  wishes  rise-~ 

The  favor  of  my  God. 

2  Thy  smiles  immortal  joys  impart, 

Heav'n  dawns  in  every  ray; 
One  glimpse  of  thee  will  cheer  my  heart, 
And  turn  my  night  to  day. 

3  Nqt  all  the  good  which  earth  bestows, 

Can  fill  the  craving  mind: 
Its  highest  joys  have  mingled  woes, 
And  leaves  a  sting  behind. 

4  Should  boundless  wealth  increase  my  store, 

Can  wealth  my  cares  beguile! 

247 


094       EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

I  should  be  wretched  still,  and  poor, 

Without  thy  blissful  smile. 
5  [Let  the  sweet  hope  that  thou  art  mine, 

My  life  and  death  attend; 
Thy  presence  through  my  journey  shine, 

And  crown  my  journey's  end.] 
5  Grant,  O  my  Father,  and  my  God, 

This  sweet,  this  one  request; 
Be  thou  my  guide  to  thine  abode, 

And  mine  eternal  rest. 

294.     C.  M.        BkowN 
Worth  of  a  souL— Mark  viii.  36, 

1  "ITTAIN  world,  thy  cheating  arts  give  o'er, 

T      Thine  offers  I  despise: 
In  vain  thou  spread'st  thy  tempting  store, 
To  catch  my  wand"ring  eyes. 

2  Bribe  me  no  more  with  gUtt'ringtoys, 

To  catch  my  soul  away; 
Nor  seek,  by  such  delusive  joys, 
To  tempt  my  feet  astray. 

3  I  cannot  part  with  gold  for  dross, 

Nor  solid  good  for  show! 
Nor  drink  your  bliss,  to  mourn  my  loss 
In  everlasting  woe! 

4  Vain  world,  thy  weak  attempts  forbear, 

I  all  thy  charms  defy, 
And  rate  my  precious  soul  too  dear. 
For  all  thy  wealth  to  buy. 
248 


EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.  295,296 

295.     L.  M.        Steele. 
Poor  in  spirit. — Matt.  v.  3. 

1  *V7"E  humble  souls,  complain  no  more; 

3-     Let  faith  survey  your  future  store, 
How  happy,  how  divinely  blest, 
The  sacred  words  of  truth  attest! 

2  When  conscious  grief  laments  sincere, 
And  pours  the  penitential  tear, 
Hope  points  to  your  dejected  eyes, 
The  bright  revision  in  the  skies. 

3  In  vain  the  sons  of  wealth  and  pride 
Despise  your  lot,  your  hopes  deride: 
In  vain  they  boast  their  little  stores; 
Trifles  are  theirs—a  kingdom  yours 

4  A  kingdom  of  immense  delight, 
Where  health,  and  peace,  and  joy  unite; 
Where  undeclining  pleasures  rise, 
And  every  wish  hath  full  supplies. 

5  Jesus,  to  thee  I  breathe  my  pray'r! 
Reveal,  confirm  my  int'rest  there: 
Whate'er  my  humble  lot  below, 
This,  this  my  soul  desires  to  know \ 

6  Oh  let  me  hear  that  voice  divine, 
Pronounce  the  glorious  blessing  mine>; 
Enroll'd  among  thy  happy  poor, 

My  largest  wishes  ask  no  more. 

296.     L.  M.        Watts* 
Earth  abandoned. 
2  "Ip   ORD,  I  renounce  my  carnal  taste 
J-^  Of  the  fair  fruit  that  sinners  prize? 

249 


297       EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

Their  paradise  shall  never  waste 
One  thought  of  mine,  but  to  despise. 

2  All  earthly  joys  are  overweigh'd 

With  mountains  of  vexatious  care; 

And  where's  the  sweet  that  is  not  laid 

A  bait  to  some  destructive  snare? 

3  Begone^  forever,  mortal  things! 

Thou  mighty  molehill,  earth,  farewell! 
Angels  aspire  on  lofty  wings, 

And  leave  this  earth  where  sinners  dwell. 

4  Come,  Saviour,  fill  my  large  desires; 

My  soul  pursues  the  sovereign  good: 

She  was  all  made  of  heav'nly  fires, 

Nor  can  she  love  this  earthly  clod. 

297.     L.  M.         Medley. 

One  thing  needful. — Luke  x.  42. 

1  TESUS,  engrave  it  on  my  heart, 

«J    That  thou  the  one  thing  needful  art? 
I  could  from  all  things  parted  be, 
But  never,  never,  Lord,  from  thee'. 

2  Needful  art  thou  to  make  me  live; 
Needful  art  thou  all  grace  to  give; 
Needful  to  guide  me,  lest  I  stray; 
Needful  to  help  me  every  day. 

3  Needful  i9  thy  most  precious  blood; 
Needful  is  thy  correcting  rod; 
Needful  is  thy  indulgent  care; 
Needful  thy  all-prevailing  prayer. 

4  Needful  thy  presence,  dearest  Lordt 
True  peace  and  comfort  to  affor<; 

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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.       298 

Needful  thy  promise,  to  impart 
Fresh  life  and  vigor  to  my  heart. 

5  Needful  art  thou  to  be  my  stay 
Through  all  life's  dark  and  thorny  way; 
Nor  less  in  death  thou'lt  needful  be, 
When  I  yield  up  my  soul  to  thee. 

6  Needful  art  thou  to  raise  my  dust 
In  shining  glory  with  the  just; 
Needful  when  I  in  heav'n  appear, 
To  crown,  and  to  present  me  there. 

298.     L.  M.         Medley. 
Jlorning  Star. — Rev.  xxii.  16. 

1  IN  glory  bright  the  Saviour  reigns, 

X  And  endless  grandeur  there  sustains: 
We  view  his  beams,  and  from  afar 
Hail  him  the  bright,  the  Morning  Star. 

2  Blest  Star!  where'er  his  lustre  shines, 
He  all  the  soul  with  grace  refines; 
And  makes  each  happy  saint  declare, 
He  is  the  bright,  the  Morning  Star. 

3  Sweet  Star!  his  influence  is  divine; 
Life,  peace,  and  joy,  attending  shine; 
Death,  hell,  and  sin,  before  him  flee; 
The  bright,  the  Morning  Star  is  he. 

4  Great  Star!  in  whom  salvation  dwells, 
His  beam  the  thickest  cloud  dispels; 
The  grossest  darkness  flies  afar, 
Before  this  bright,  this  Morning  Star. 

5  Most  glorious  Star!  be  thou  our  guide., 
Nor  from  our  souls  thy  splendor  hide; 

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Let  nothing  thy  sweet  beams  debar. 
Thou  enly  bright  and  Morning  Star. 
6  Eternal  Star!  our  songs  shall  rise. 
When  we  shall  meet  thee  in  the  skies; 
And,  in  eternal  anthems,  there, 
Praise  thee,  the  bright,  the  Morning  Star. 
299.     L.  M.         H.  K.  White. 
Star  of  Bethlehem.— Matt.  ii.  1,  2. 

1  ^VNCE  on  the  raging  seas  I  rode, 

\-J  The  storm  was  loud,  tne  night  was  dark, 
The  ocean  yawn'd,  and  rudely  blow'd 
The  wind  that  toss'd  my  found'ring  bark, 

2  Deep  horror  then  my  vitals  froze, 

Death-struck,  I  ceas'd  the  tide  to  stem. 
When  suddenly  a  Star  arose, 
It  was  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

3  It  was  my  guide,  my  light,  my  all, 

It  bade  my  dark  foreboding  cease; 
And  through  the  storm  and  danger's  thrall, 
It  led  me  to  the  port  of  peace. 

4  Now  safely  moorVl — my  perils  o'er, 

I'll  sing,  first  in  night's  diadem, 
For  ever  and  forevermore, 

The  Star— the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 
300.     C.  M.         Medley. 
My  record  is  on  high. — Job  xvi.  19. 
!    ]%/■"'¥  soul,  arise!  shake  off  thy  fears. 

i-V.fi.    And  wipe  thy  sorrows  dry; 
'    Jesus  in  heav'n  thy  witness  bears. 
Thy  record  is  on  high. 
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2  Above  this  world  of  sins  and  pains, 

Beyond  the  glittVing  sky, 
My  witness  still  in  heav'n  remains— 
My  record  is  on  high* 

3  Cheerful  I'll  bow  to  all  his  will, 

And  at  his  footstool  lie; 
My  witness  lives  in  heav'n,  and  still 
My  record  is  on  high. 

4  Behold,  my  soul,  whate'er  betides, 

Thou  shalt  not,  canst  not  die; 
My  witness  still  in  heav'n  abides — 
My  record  is  on  high. 

5  Thus,  while  I  sing  of  Christ,  my  Lord 

And  angels'  harps  outvie, 
My  witness  lives  in  heav'n  ador'd — 
My  record  is  on  high. 

301.      L.  M. 
Life  hid  with  Christ  in  God. — Col.  iii.  3. 

1  "V^E  saints,  exult  in  Jesus'  name, 

i     Make  Jesus'  love  your  darling  theme'; 
Sing  on — you're  in  the  heav'nly  road, 
Your  life  is  hid  with  Christ  in  God. 

2  Tis  hid  from  every  carnal  eye, 
'Tis  hid  secure  with  God  on  high; 
Beyond  the  reach  of  earth  or  hel]^ 
'Tis  hid  with  our  Immanuel. 

3  Satan  may  rage,  the  world  annoy, 
But  neither  can  this  life  c'.ostroy; 
That's  safely  iodgM  in  Je?  is'  breast^ 
The  sinner's  refuge,  christian's  rest. 

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302       EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.. 

4  The  seeds  of  grace  your  Lord  bestows,, 
From  him  the  oil  of  grace  still  flows; 
'Till  you  are  rais'd  to  his  abode, 
Your  life  is  hid  with  Christ  in  God. 
302.      L.  M. 
Having-  a  desire  to  depart  and  be  with  Christ*- 
It   "T^TES! — "it  is  better  to  depart, 

JL     And  be  with  Christ,"  in  realms  above, 
Than  here  to  linger,  where  the  heart 
No  unpolluted  joy  can  prove, 

2  "  'Tis  better  to  depart,  and  be 

With  Christ,"  beyond  the  reach  of  pain; 
Than  exil'd  from  our  home,  to  see 
1  Our  whole  sad  "three  score  years  and  ten." 

3  'Tis  better  far  to  quit  this  scene 

Of  partial  bliss  and  real  woe; 
And,  freed  from  wretchedness  and  sin, 
To  heav'n's  unclouded  glories  go. 

4  Though  we  have  met  around  his  board, 

And  gaz'd  and  wonder'd  at  his  love; 
'Tis  better  to  behold  our  Lord, 
Enthron'd  in  majesty  above. 

5  Oh  blessed  hope!  transporting  sight!' 

HIS  face  to  see!— with  HIM  to  live! 
'Twill  yield  more  exquisite  delight 

Than  kings  enjoy, — than  earth  can  give!' 

6  Let  but  Immanuel  speak  the  word, 

The  spirit  quits  her  house  of  clay,. 
And  soars  triumphant  to  her  Lord, 
To  bliss  that  never  shall  decay. 
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303.     CM.         Watts. 
Parting  with  carnal  joys. 

1  Tl/TY  soul  forsakes  her  vain  delight, 
If  JL  And  bids  the  world  farewell; 
Base  as  the  dirt  beneath  my  feet. 

And  mischievous  as  hell. 

2  No  longer  will  I  ask  your  love, 

Nor  seek  your  friendship  more; 
The  happiness  that  I  approve 
Is  not  within  your  power. 

3  There's  nothing  round  this  spacious  earth 

,  That  suits  my  large  desire; 
To  boundless  joy  and  solid  mirth 
My  nobler  thoughts  aspire. 

4  [Where  pleasure  rolls  its  living  flood, 

From  sin  and  dross  refin'd, 
Still  springing  from  the  throne  of  Godr 
And  fit  to  cheer  the  mind. 

5  Th'  Almighty  Ruler  of  the  sphere, 

The  glorious,  and  the  great, 
Brings  his  own  ail-sufficience  there 
To  make  our  bliss  complete.] 

6  Had  I  the  pinions  of  a  dove 

I'd  climb  the  heav'nly  road; 
There  sits  my  Saviour  dress'd  in  love. 
And  there  my  smiling  God. 

304.     S.  M.         Doddridge. 
Rejoicing. — Ps.  cxxxviii.  5. 
1   TVr  OW  let  our  voices  join 
J.  1    To  form  a  sacred  song; 

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305       EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

Ye  pilgrims,  in  Jehovah's  ways, 
With  music  pass  along". 

2  How  straight  the  path  appears! 

How  open  and  how  fair! 
No  lurking  gins  t'  entrap  our  feet, 
No  fierce  destroyer  there. 

3  But  flow'rs  of  Paradise 

In  rich  profusion  spring; 
The  Sun  of  glory  gilds  the  patb, 
And  dear  compaoions  siiig. 

4  All  honour  to  his  name, 

Who  marks  the  shining  way, — 
To  him  who  leads  the  wand'rers  on 
To  realms  of  endless  day. 

305.     7,  6.         Whitefield. 
The  Pilgrim's  song. 

1  T>  ISE,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wing*, 
M\>  Thy  better  portion  trace; 

Rise  from  transitory  things, 

Tow'rds  heav'n  thy  native  place. 

Sun,  and  moon,  and  stars  decay > 
Time  shall  soon  this  earth  remove: 

Rise,  my  soul,  and  haste  away 
To  seats  prepar'd  above. 

2  Rivers  to  the  ocean  run, 

Nor  stay  in  all  their  course; 
Fire  ascending  seeks  the  sun, 

Both  speed  them  to  their  source. 
So  a  soul  that's  born  of  God, 

Pants  to  view  his  gloriovs  face: 
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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.       306 

Upward  tends  to  his  abode, 
To  rest  in  his  embrace. 

3  Fly  me  riches,  fly  me  cares, 

While  I  that  coast  explore; 
Flatt'ring  world  with  all  thy  snares, 

Solicit  me  no  more, 
Pilgrims  fix  not  here  their  home, 

Strangers  tarry  but  a  night; 
When  the  last  dear  morn  is  come, 

They'll  rise  to  joyful  light. 

4  Cease,  ye  pilgrims,  cease  to  mourn, 

Press  onward  to  the  prize; 
Soon  the  Saviour  will  return, 

Triumphant  in  the  skiesj 
There  we'll  join  the  heav'nly  train, 

Welcom'd  to  partake  the  bliss; 
Fly  from  sorrow  and  from  pain, 

To  realms  of  endless  peace. 

306.     C.  M.        Doddridge. 
Asking  the  way  to  Zion. — Jer.  50.  '6. 

1  f  NQUIRE,  ye  pilgrims,  for  the  way, 
X  That  lead*  to  Zion's  hill, 

And  thitUer  set  your  steady  face, 
With  a  determin'd  wilL 

2  Invite  the  strangers  all  around, 

Your  pious  march  to  join; 
And  spread  the  sentintents  you  fceJ; 
Of  faith  and  love  divine. 
I  Oh  come,  and  to  his  temple  haste, 
And  seek  bis  favour  there; 
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307,  303  EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

Before  his  footstool  humbly  bow. 
And  pour  your  fervent  prayer! 

4  Oli  come,  and  join  your  souls  to  God 
In  everlasting  bands; 
Accept  the  blessings  he  bestows, 
With  thankful  hearts  and  hands. 

307.     C.  M.        Barbauld. 

The  torn/  to  Zion. 
1  /\UR  country  is  Immanuel's  ground,. 
\Jr   We  seek  that  promis'd  soil: 
The  songs  of  Zion  cheer  our  hearts, 
While  strangers  here  we  toil. 

£  ©ft  do  our  eyes  with  joy  o'erflow, 
•     And  oft  are  bath'd  in  tears; 
Yet  nought  but  heav'n  our  hopes  can  raise. 
And  nought  but  sin  our  fears. 

3  Ourpow'rs  are  oft  dissolv'd  away 

In  ecstasies  of  love; 
ALd  while  our  bodies  wander  here, 
Our  souls  arefix'd  above. 

4  We  purge  our  mortal  dross  away, 

Refining  as  we  run; 
But  while  we  die  to  earth  and  sense. 
Our  heav'n  is  here  begun- 

303.     L.  M.        Newton. 
A  welcome  to  Christ  uin  friends. 
1   "OKETHREN,  belov'd  for  Jesus'  sake,, 
JO  A  hearty  welcome  here  receive; 
May  we  together  now  partake 

'The  joys  which  he  alone  can  gi?e!  - 


EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.       309 

May  he,  by  whose  kind  care  we  meet, 

Send  his  good  Spirit  from  above, 
Make  our  communications  sweet, 

And  cause  our  hearts  to  burn  with  love! 
Forgotten  be  each  worldly  theme, 

When  thus  we  meet  to  pray  and  praise; 
We  only  wish  to  speak  of  him, 

And  tell  the  wonders  of  his  grace. 

We'll  talk  of  all  he  did  and  said, 

His  suft'rings  and  his  dying  love, 
The  path  he  mark'd  for  us  to  tread. 

And  how  he  triumphs  now  above. 
Thus  as  the  moments  pass  away, 

We'll  love,  and  wonder,  and  adore; 
Then  hasten  on  the  glorious  day, 

When  we  shall  meet  to  part  no  more. 

309.'    C.  M.         Swain. 
Brotherly  love. — Ps.  cxxxiii.    1. 
OW  sweet,  how  heav'nly  is  the  sight, 
When  those  who  love  the  Lord, 
In  one  another's  peace  delight, 
And  so  fulfil  his  word! 

Oh  may  we  feel  each  brother's  sigh, 

And  with  him  bear  a  part: 
May  sorrows  flow  from  eye  to  eye, 

And  joy  from  heart  to  heart. 

Free  us  from  envy,  scorn,  and  pride, 

Our  Avishes  fix  above; 
May  each  his  brother's  failings  hide, 
\.nd  show  a  brother's  love. 

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4  Let  love,  in  one  delightful  stream, 

Through  every  bosom  flow; 
And  union  sweet,  and  dear  esteem, 
In  every  action  glow. 

5  Love  is  the  golden  chain  that  hinds 

The  happy  souls  above; 
And  he's  an  heir  of  heav'n  that  find : 
His  bosom  glow  with  love. 

310,     S.  M.         Fawcett. 
A  parting  hymn. 

1  "OLEST  be  the  tie  that  binds 
JO  Our  hearts  in  Christian  love: 
The  fellowship  of  kindred  minds, 

Is  like  to  that  above.  • 

2  Before  our  Father's  throne 

We  pour  our  ardent  pray'rs; 
Our  fears,  our  hopes,  our  aims  are  onef 
Our  comforts  and  our  cares. 

3  We  share  our  mutual  woes; 

Our  mutual  burdens  bear; 
And  often  for  each  other  flows 
The  sympathizing  tear. 

4  When  we  asunder  part. 

It  gives  us  inward  pain; 
But  we  shall  still  be  join'd  in  heart, 
And  hope  to  meet  again. 

5  This  glorious  hope  revives 

Our  courage  by  the  way; 
While  each  in  expectation  live,?,. 
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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.  311,312 

6  Fivm  sorrow,  toil,  and  pain, 
And  sin,  we  shall  he  free; 
And  perfect  love  and  friendship  reigrj 
Through  all  eternity. 

311.     L-  M.         Barbauld. 

Christian  love. 

1  "ITJf'OW  blest  the  sacred  tie  that  bind;-, 
JLJL  In  union  sweet,  according  minds! 
Hoav  swift  the  heav'nly  course  they  run, 
Whose  hearts  and  faith  and  hopes  are  one . 

2  To  each  the  soul  of  each  how  dear! 
What  jealous  love,  what  holy  fear*. 
How  doth  the  gen'rous  flame  within 
Refine  from  earth,  and  cleanse  from  sin. 

3  Their  streaming  eyes  together  flow, 
For  human  guilt  and  mortal  woe; 
Their  ardent  pray'rs  together  rise, 
take  mingling  flames  in  sacrifice. 

4  Together  oft  they  seek  the  place, 
Where  God  reveals  his  awful  face; — 
At  length  they  meet  in  realms  above/ 
A  heav'n  of  joy — because  of  love. 

312.     C.  M.         Miller. 
PART  I. 

Fellowship. — Col.  ii.  2. 
i   ^~\UR  souls  by  love  together  knit, 
V-F  Cemented,  mixt  in  one, 
One  hope,  one  heart,  one  mind,  one  voice. 
'Tis  heav'n  on  earth  begun. 

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2  Our  hearts  have  often  burn'd  within, 

And  glow'd  with  sacred  fire, 
While  Jesus  spoke,  and  fed,  and  blest, 
And  fill'd  th'  enlarg'd  desire. 

3  The  little  cloud  increases  still, 

The  heav'ns  are  big  with  rain; 
We  haste  to  catch  the  teeming  show'r, 
And  all  its  moisture  drain. 

4  A  rill,  a  stream,  a  torrent  flows! 

But  pour  a  mighty  flood; 
Oh!  sweep  the  nations,  shake  the  earth, 
'Till  all  proclaim  thee  God. 

5  And  Avhen  thou  mak'st  thy  jewels  up, 

And  set'st  thy  starry  crown; 
When  all  thy  sparkling  gems  shall  shine-, 
Proclaim'd  by  thee  thine  own; 

6  May  we,  a  little  band  of  love, 

We  sinners,  sav'd  by  grace, 
From  glory  unto  glory  chang'dj 
Behold  thee  face  to  face. 

PART  II.     L.  M.        Tappan. 

Union . 

1  TTNION  prevails  in  heav'n,  from  him 

*U    Who  all  its  spangled  sheet  unroll'd, 
Down  to  the  flaming  cherubim 

That  veils  his  face  with  wings  of  gold. 

2  Union  is  written  on  each  star, 

That  walks  in  music  as  it  shines; 
And  the  dim  worlds  that  float  afar. 
Reveal  it,  trac'd  in  living  lines, 
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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.       313 

5  In  union  goes  the  cloud  of  prayer, 
Our  embassy  to  yonder  skies; 
Falt'ring,  and  yet  accepted  there, 
For  God  approves  the  sacrifice. 

4  Oh,  Thou!  that  sendest  blessings  down, 
The  hearing  and  the  answering  One'; 
Smile  on  our  toil,  and  give  the  crown, 
And  give  the  world  to  Christ  thy  Son. 

313.     C.  M.         Swain. 
Love  is  ajlower  in  grace. 
\  fflHlHE  finest  flow'r  that  ever  blow'd, 
l_    Open'd  on  Calv'ry's  tree, 
When  Jesus'  blood  in  rivers  flow'd, 
For  love  of  worthless  me! 

2  Its  deepest  hue,  its  richest  smell, 

No  mortal  can  declare; 
Nor  can  the  tongue  of  angels  tell 
How  bright  the  colours  are. 

3  Earth  could  not  hold  so  rich  a  flow'r, 

Nor  half  its  beauties  show; 
Nor  could  the  world  and  satan's  pow'r, 
Confiue  its  sweets  below. 

4  On  Canaan's  banks,  supremely  fair, 

This  flow'r  of  glory  blooms: 

Transplanted  to  its  native  air, 

And  all  the  shores  perfumes. 

5  But  not  to  Canaan's  shores  confin'd; 

The  seeds  which  from  it  blow, 

Take  root  within  the  human  mind, 

And  scent  the  church  below. 

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6  And  soon  on  yonder  banks  above, 
Shall  every  blossom  here 
Appear  a  full-blown  flow'r  of  love, 
Like  him  transplanted  there. 
314.     S.  M.     Beddome. 
Christian  love. — Gal.  iii.  28. 
1  "1"   ET  party  names  no  more 
JLi  The  christian  world  o'erspread: 
Gentile  and  Jew,  and  bond  and  free> 
Are  one  in  Christ,  their  head, 

2  Among  the  saints  on  earth 

Let  mutual  love  abound: 
Heirs  of  the  same  inheritance 
Shottld  be  in  union  found. 

3  Let  envy,  child  of  hell! 

Be  banish'd  from  our  sight: 
Those  should  in  strictest  friendship  dwell? 
Who  in  the  Lord  delight. 

4  Then  will  the  church  below 

Resemble  that  above; 
Where  streams  of  pleasure  ever  flow, 
And  every  heart  is  love. 
315.     P.  M.        J,  P.  Campbell. 
Pilgrim's  farewell;  or,  Communicants  parting, 
[Tune — Pilgrim's  Farewell.] 

1    o  APPY  place,  happy  place,  happy  place, 
JO  where  our  dear  Lord  is  seen, 

In  sacred  emblems  newly  slain, 
Through  all  the  soul  sweet  transport  pours, 
Or  peace  distils  in  gentle  showers. 
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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.       315 

CHORUS. 

Or  peace ,  or  peace ,  or  peace ,  distils  in  gentle 
showers. 

2  Sure  'tis  heav'ns,  &c.  rich  earnest  here  we 

taste, 
While  clinging  round  the  cross  we  feast: 
Our  mingling  hearts  strange  union  know, 
And  learn  to  love  as  angels  do. 
chorus.  And  learn,  S,c. 

3  Oh  the  cross!  what  glories  strike  our  eyes? 
See  its  strong  crimson  flush  the  skies? 
Wrath  thunders  not  with  angry  breath, 
And  hope  lights  up  the  realms  of  death. 

4  Pardon'd  sin!  the  blood  frpm  Jesus'  veins 
Redeems  and  saves  from  endless  pains; 
The  world  retires,  lo!  heaven  is  near: 
"Pis  good,  O  Lord,  to  shelter  here. 

b  Ling'ring  round,  still  our  fond  hearts  would 
And  sing  our  peaceful  days  away:         [stay. 
But  sterner  duties  call  anew; 
Here  hours  of  rapture  must  be  few. 

6  Must  we  part?  Ah!  yes  we  mustbegone; 
From  Pisgah's  top  go  sighing  down: 

-    Life's  darkling  vale  must  yet  be  trod* 
Through  scenes  of  toil  we  rise  to  God. 

7  Why  these  tears!  O,  stay  this  rising  woe. 
What  though  we  never  meet  below? 
The  shore  of  promise  blooms  before; 
There  soon  we'll  meet  to  part  no  more> 

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3  Yes,  we'll  meet,  possess'd  of  all  we  hope, 
Nor  see  the  feast  of  love  break  up: 
Now  friendship  hail  thy  purer  skies, 
Now  see  thy  joys  immortal  rise! 

9  Ere  we  go,  let  a  kind  tear  be  shed         .  I 
O'er  precious  souls  around  us  dead: 

To  quenchless  flames,  from  mercy's  call, 
Shall  they,  alas!  unpitied  fall! — 

10  God  forbid — for  sinners  still  we'll  cry, 
And  weep  till  pity's  self  shall  die: 
Lord,  wash  their  guilt,  let  mercy  reign: — 
Oh!  shall  they  sink  to  endless  pain! 

1 1  Sinners  hear — 'tis  mercy's  voice  resounds, 
And  Calv'ry  pleads  with  all  her  wounds; 
With  melting  hearts  to  Jesus  fly, 

Or  we  must  leave  you  with  a  sigh. 

316.     L.  M.         Kelly. 
Heb.  xiii.  14. 

1  ""¥7§TE'VE  no  abiding  city  here" — 

v  f      This  may  distress  the  worldly  mind; 
But  should  not  cost  the  saint  a  tear, 
Who  hopes  a  better  rest  to  find. 

2  "We've  no  abiding  city  here" — 

Sad  truth,  were  this  to  be  our  home: 
But  let  this  thought  our  spirits  cheer, 
"We  seek  a  city  yet  to  come." 

3  "We've  no  abiding  city  here"— 

Then  let  us  live  as  pilgrims  do; 
Let  not  the  world  our  rest  appear; 
But  let  us  haste  from  all  below. 
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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.       317 

"We've  no  abiding  city  here" — 

We  seek  a  city  out  of  sight: 
Zionits  name — the  Lord  is  there; 

It  shines  with  everlasting  light. 

317.     8,  7.         Andrews. 
A  parting  address. 

1  "OEING  calPd  to  part  asunder, 
$Jt  Let  us  to  the  Lord  submit; 
All  our  pow'rs  to  him  surrender, 

Seeking  blessings  at  his  feet: 
And  when  absent  from  each  other, 

May  we  still  be  join'd  in  heart, 
Sure  in  heav'n  to  meet  together, 

Never,  never  more  to  part. 

2  Ever  present  in  the  spirit, 

Waiting  at  the  throne  of  grace, 
Let  us  plead  the  Saviour's  merit 

For  each  other's  perfect  peace. 
Humble,  fervent,  without  ceasing, 

lot  our  prayers  to  God  ascend, 
Faith,  and  love,  and  hope  increasing, 

Till  our  days  of  conflict  end. 

3  Christians,  live  to  God  your  Saviour, 

Ever  trust  his  sacred  name;. 
By  an  humble,  meek  behaviour 

Put  the  scoffing  world  to  shame. 
For  the  Lord  of  hosts  be  jealous, 
Keep  his  glory  still  in  view; 
.  For  the  cause  of  Christ  be  zealous , 
Honour  it  in  all  you  do. 

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4  Sinners,  take  a  friendly  warning, 

From  the  death  of  sin  arise, 
Lest  you  sink  to  endless  burning-, 

And  in  hell  lift  up  your  eyes. 
In  the  day  of  awful  thunder 

You  must  see  your  Judge's  face, 
And  a  strict  account  must  render 

For  rejecting  life  and  peace. 

5  Parents,  children,  young  and  aged, 

To  your  vast  concerns  attend; 
In  religion  be  engaged; 

O  regard  your  latter  end! 
Live  a  life  of  self-denial, 

Run  ,.  with  joy,  the  heavenly  r,oad, 
Make  your  way  through  every  trialA 

And  in  glory  meet  your  God.       ■' 

318.     7s.         Newton. 
At  parting. — Acts  xx.  32. 
1  TTTIOR  a  season  call'd  to  part, 
X?     Let  us  now  ourselves  commend. 
To  the  gracious  eye  and  heart 
Of  our  ever-present  friend. 

5  Jesus,  hear  our  humble  prayer; 
Tender  Shepherd  of  thy  sheep, 
Let  thy  mercy  and  thy  care 
All  our  souls  in  safety  keep. 
8  In  thy  strength  may  we  be  strong; 
Sweeten  every  cross  and  pain; 
Give  us,  if  we  live,  ere  long 
Here  to  meet  in  peace  again, 
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4  [Then,  if  thou  thy  help  afford, 
Ebeiiezers  shall  be  rear'd; 
And  oar  souls  shall  praise  the  Lord, 
Who  our  poor  petitions  heard.] 

319.     lis.         Cleland. 
Social  worshipper  smarting. 

1  Tj^  ARE  WELL,  loving  Christians;  the  time 
A  is  at  hand 

When  we  must  be  parted  from  this  social  band; 
Our  sev'ra'l  engagements  do  call  us  away; 
Separation  is  needful,  and  we  must  obey. 

2  Farewell,  my  dear  brethren,  farewell  for  a- 

while; 
We'll  soon  meet  again  if  kind  Providence  smile; 
But  when  we  are  parted  and  scatter'd  abroad, 
We'll  pray  for  each  other,  when  wrestling  with 

God. 

3  Farewell,  faithful  soldiers,  you'll  soon  be 

discharg'd, 
The  war's  almost  over,  the  crown  is  enlarg'd^ 
With  singing  and  shouting,  though  Jordan  may 

roar, 
You'll  enter  fair  Canaan,  and  rest  on  the  shore. 

4  Farewell,  ye  young  converts,  enlisted  for 

war; 
Sore  trials  await  you,  but  Jesus  is  near; 
Although  you  must  travel  this  dark  wilderness, 
Your  Captain's  before  you,  he'll  lead  you  to 

rest. 

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5  The  world,  flesh,  and  devil,   and   hell,  a>l 

unite, 
And  bold  persecutors  will  try  to  affright; 
Jehovah  fights  for  you,  he's  stronger  than  they; 
Let  this  animate  you  to  march  on  your  way. 

6  Farewell,  seeking  mourners,  ye  broken  in 

heart, 
O  come  to  the  Saviour,  and  choose  the  good 

part; 
He's  full  of  compassion,  and  mighty  to  save; 
His  arms  are  extended  your  souls  to  receive. 

7  Farewell,  careless  sinners;   for  you  I   do 

mourn, 
To  think  of  your  danger  and  great  unconcern, 
You're  bound  to  the  Judgment  where  all  must 

appear; 
There,  there  you'll  stand  trembling  with  tor- 
menting fear. 

8  Your  frolics  and  pastimes,  in  which  you  de- 

light, 
Will  serve  to  torment  you  in  thatdrea.l  affright; 
You'll  think  of  the  sermons  that  you've  heard 

in  vain, 
When  hope's  gone  forever  of  hearing  again. 

9  Farewell,  fellow-trav'lers;  farewell,  all  a- 

round: 
Should  we  never  meet  till  we  wake  under 

ground, 
To  meet  you  in  glory  I  give  you  my  hand, 
The  Saviour  to  praise  in  a  pure  social  band. 

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320.     L.  M.         Doddridge. 

The  Christian  farewell. — 2  Cor.  xiii.  11. 
TB1HY  presence,  everlasting  God, 

JL    Wide  o'er  all  nature  spreads  abroad; 
Thy  watchful  eyes,  which  cannot  sleep, 
In  every  place  thy  children  keeT>. 
While  near  each  other  we  remain, 
Thou  dost  our  lives  and  souls  sustain; 
When  absent,  happy,  if  we  share 
Thy  smiles,  thy  counsels,  and  thy  care. 

To  thee  we  all  oar  ways  commit, 
And  seek  our  comforts  near  thy  feet, 
Still  on  our  souls  vouchsafe  to  shine, 
And  guard  and  guide  us  still  as  thine. 

Bring  us  together  in  thy  house. 
Again  to  pay  our  thankful  vows; 
Or,  if  that  joy  no  more  be  known, 
Give  us  to  meet  around  thy  throne, 
321.      P.  M. 
At  parting. 

JESUS,  grant  us  all  a  blessing, 
Send  it  down,  Lord,  from  above; 
May  we  all  go  home  a  praying,. 

And  rejoicing  in  thy  love. 
Farewell  brethren,  farewell  sisters, 
Till  we  all  shall  meet  again. 

Jesus,  pardon  all  our  follies v 

Since  together  we  have  been; 
Make  us  humble,  make  us  holy, 

Cleanse  us  all  from  every  sin. 

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322,  323  EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

Farewell  brethren,  farewell  sisters, 
Till  we  all  shall  meet  again.  * 

3  May  thy  blessing,  Lord,  go  with  us, 
To  each  one's  respective  home, 
And  the  presence  of  our  Jesus 

Rest  upon  us  every  one. 
Farewell  brethren,  farewell  sisters, 
Till  we  all  shall  meet  at  home. 
322.     8,  7,  4. 
At  parting. 

1  "If  QRD,  vouchsafe  to  us  thy  blessing; 
JLJ  Fill  our  hearts  with  joy  and  peace; 
Let  us  now,  thy  love  possessing, 

Triumph  in  redeeming  grace. 

O  refresh  us! 
Trav'ling  through  this  wilderness, 

2  Thanks  we  give,  and  adoration, 

For  thy  gospel's  joyful  sound; 
May  the  fruits  of  thy  salvation, 
In  our  hearts  and  lives  abound 

May  thy  presence 
With  us  evermore  be  found. 

3  So,  whene'er  the  signal's  given, 

Us  from  earth  to  call  away, 
Borne  on  angels'  wings  to  heaven, 
Glad  the  summons  to  obey: 

May  we  ever 
Reign  with  Christ  in  endless  day. 
323.     L.  M.         Barnard.' 
At  parting.     Farewell. — Acts  xviii.  2 1 . 
1  /^H!  happy  day,  when  saints  shall  meet 
VF  To  part  no  mere!-— the  tko't  is  sweet; 


EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.        324 

No  more  to  feel  the  rending  smart, 
Oft  felt  below,  when  Christians  part. 

2  Oh  happy  place,  I  still  must  say, 
Where  all  but  love  is  done  away; 
All  cause  of  parting  there  is  past; 
'Their  social  feast  will  ever  last. 

3  Such  union  here  is  sought  in  vain, 
As  there,  in  every  heart  will  reign; 
There  separations  can't  compel 
The  saints  to  bid  the  sad  farewell. 

4/ On  earth,  when  friends  together  meet, 
And  find  the  passing  moments  sweet; 
Time's  rapid  motion  soon  compel, 
With  grief  to  say — dear  friends,  farewell. 

5  The  shepherd  feels  the  smarting  shock, 
Of  parting  from  his  weeping  flock; 
His  feelings  for  them,  none  can  tell, 

When  fore'd  to  say — my  friends,  farewell. 

6  The  happy  season  soon  will  come, 

When  saints  shall  meet  in  heav'n,  their  home; 
Eternally  with  Christ  to  dwell, 
Nor  ever  hear  the.  sound,  farewell. 
324.      C.  M. 
Church  on  earth  6,-  heaven  but  one. — Eph.  iii.  15. 
J    jOOME  let  us  join  our  friends  above, 
v_y  That  have  obtain'd  the  prize; 
And  on  the  eagle-wings  of  love, 
To  joy  celestial  rise. 
2  Let  all  the  saints  terrestrial  sing, 
With  those  to  glory  gene; 

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325      EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

For  all  the  servants  of  our  King 
laheav'n  and  earth  are  one. 

3  One  family^  we  dwell  in  him. 

One  Church,  above,  beneath? 

Though  now  divided  by  the  stream. 

The  narrow  stream  of  death. 

4  One  array  of  the  living  God, 

To  his  command  we  bow; 
Part  of  the  host  have  cross'd  the  flood. 
And  part  are  crossing  now. 

5  How  inanylo  their  endless  home 

This  solemn  moment  fly! 
And  we  are  to  the  margin  come, 
And  soon  expect  to  die. 

9  Dear  Saviour,  he  our  constant  guide. 
Then,  when  the  word  is  given, 
JBid  death's  cold  flood  and  waves  divide; 
And  land  us  safe  in  heaven. 
325.      C.  M. 
Christians  parting'. 
i  nnHRO'  Christ  when  we  together  came. 
JL     In  singleness  of  heart, 
We  met,0  Jesus,  in  thy  name, 
And  in  thy  name  tve  part. 
2  We  part  in  body,  not  in  mind, 
Our  minds  continue  one; 
And  each  to  each,  in  Jesus  join'd. 
We  happily  goon. 
;3  Present  in  spirit  still  we  are. 
And  intimately  nigh: 
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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS,  326,  32' 

While  on  the  wings  of  faith  and  prayer. 

We  Abba,  Father!  cry. 
4  Oh,  may  thy  Spirit,  dearest  Lord, 

In  all  our  travels,  still 
Direct,  and  be  our  con&tant  guard 

To  Zion's  holy  hill. 
Oh!  what  a  joyful  meeting  thepe, 

Beyond  these  changing  shades; 
White  are  the  robes  we  then  shall  wesir. 

And  crowns  upon  our  heads. 
Haste,  Lord,  and  bring  us  to  tie  day 

When  we  shall  dwell  at  home; 
Come,  O  Redeemer,  come  away; 

O  Jesus,  quickly  come. 

320.     L.  M.         H.K.White, 

Christians  parting. 
I  ^^tOME,  christian  brethren!  ere  we  par: 
v_y  Join  every  voice  and  every  heart, 
One  solemn  hymn  to  God  we  raise, 
One  final  song  of  grateful  praise. 
Christians,  we  here  may  meet  no  more,. 
But  there  is  yet  a  happier  shore; 
And  there,  released  from  toil  and  pain, 
Dear  brethren,  we  shall  meet  again. 

327.     C.  M.         Beddome. 
Prayer  for  past  enjoyments. — Ps.  cxix.  32 

AGAIN,  indulgent  Lord,  return 
With  thy  sweet,  quick'ning  grace, 
To  animate  my  sluggish  soul, 
And  speed  me  in  my  race. 


328       EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

2  O  may  I  feel,  as  once  I  felt, 

Vv'henpain'd  and  griev'd  at  heart; 
Thy  kind,  forgiving,  melting  look, 
Reliev'd  my  every  smart. 

3  Let  graces,  then  in  exercise, 

Be  exercis'd  again; 
And,  nurtur'd  by  celestial  pow'r, 
In  exercise  remain. 

4  Awake,  my  love,  my  faith,  my  hope. 

My  fortitude  and  joy; 
Vain  world,  begone,  let  things  above 
My  happy  thoughts  employ. 

5  Whilst  thee,  my  Saviour,  and  my  Cod, 

I  would  forever  own; 
Drive  each  rebellious,  rival  lust, 
Each  traitor,  from  the  throne. 

6  Instruct  my  mind,  my  will  subdue, 

To  1  eav'n  my  passions  raise; 
And  let  my  life  forever  be 
Devoted  to  thy  praise. 
3S8,     7s. 
Divine  assistance  implored. 

1  YESUS,  Saviour  of  my  soul, 
fJ    Trembling  to  thy  cross  I  flee; 
Make  a  wounded  spjrtt  whole; 

Rescue,  succor .r,  strengthen  me. 

2  Wand'ring  far  f>  om  thee  and  heav'n, 

Through  the  world's  deceitful  maze; 
To  it?  sinful  follies  giv'n 
All  my  earliest)  brightest  days. 
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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.       329 

5  I  can  offer  to  thy  love 

Ouly  this  poor  bleeding  heart, 
Which  of  sin  begins  to  prove 
All  the  anguish,  all  the  smart- 
4  Ah!  this  heart  if  thou  disdain, 
To  what  refuge  shall  I  flee  J 
To  this  world  and  sin  again; — 
Hopeless  child  of  misery! 
3  No!  the  world  and  sin  I  leave; 
Suppliant  at  thy  cross  I  lie, 
Till  thou  peace  and  pardon  give,— 
Friend  of  sinners,  hear  me  cry. 
3  Friend  of  sinners,  hear  me  cry; 
I  can  go  to  none  but  thee; 
Thoti  that  didst  for  sinners  die, 
Rescue,  succour,  strengthen  m.e, 

329.     L.  M.         Watts. 

Longing  after  God;  or,  the  love  of  God  better 
than  life. 

1  |^  RE  AT  God,  indulge  my  humble  claim, 
\JT  Thou  art  my  hope,  my  joy,  my  rest; 
The  glories  that  compose  thy  name 

Stand  all  engag'd  to  make  me  blest. 

2  With  heart,  and  eyes,  and  lifted  hands. 
For  thee  I  long,  to  thee  I  look, 

As  travellers  in  thirsty  lands 

Pant  for  the  cooling  water  brook, 

3  My  life  itself,  without  thy  love, 
No  taste  or  pleasures  could  afford; 

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330      EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

'T  would  but  a  tiresome  burden  prove, 
If  I  were  banish'd  from  the  Lord. 
4  I'll  lift  my  hands,  I'll  raise  my  voice, 
While  I  have  breath  to  pray  or  praise; 
This  work  shall  make  my  heart  rejoice, 
And  bless  the  remnant  of  my  days. 
330.     CM.         Hastings. 
Sin  lamented,  and  holiness  desired. 

1  7VTY  soul  would  fain  mount  cheerful  up. 
J-tjL  To  meet  a  smiling  God; 
But  her  weak  pinions  tire  and  droop, 

Beneath  a  heavy  load. 

2  Father,  I  fall  before  thy  throne, 

And  all  my  sins  confess; 
My  base  ingratitude  I  own, 
And  plead  thy  pard'ning  grace. 

3  To  thee  I  look,  on  thee  I  trust, 

Thy  promise,  Lord,  is  true; 
Nought  but  ttiat  pow'r,  that  form'd  rne  firsl 
Can  form  my  heart  anew. 

4  O  may  I  see  thy  graces  shine, 

My  stubborn  soul  to  move, 
And  thaw  this  frozen  heart  of  mine, 
To  streams  of  purest  love. 

5  I  cannot  live,  if  thou  depart; 

Thy  presence  is  my  stay; 

O,  repossess  my  yielding  heart, 

And  purge  its  sins  away. 

$  Do  thott  my  guilty  fears  control^ 

Oh  grant  me  faith  divine; 

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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.       331 

Make  rne  in  spirit,  body,  soul, 
Oh  Lord,  forever  thine. 


#31.     L.  M.         W. 


My  grace  is  sufficient  for  thee. — 2  Cor.  xii.  9. 

1  ^"^OME,  all  ye  chosen  saints  of  God, 
Vy  Whose  souls  are  wash'd  in  Jesus'  blood, 
Hear  what  he  says,  his  word  is  true — 
"My  grace  sufficient  is  for  you. 

2  "I  am  your  sure,  almighty  friend, 
Who,  loving,  loves  you  to  the  end; 
I  will  be  near  you,  and  will  shew. 
My  grace  sufficient  is  for  you. 

3  I  know  how  num'rous  are  your  foes, 
I  know  the  ways  which  they  oppose; 
I  know  their  cunning  malice  too — 
My  grace  sufficient  is  for  you. 

4  "Though  satan  strives  your  souls  t'  ensnare, 
You're  still  the  objects  of  my  care; 
You're  near  my  heart,  I'll  bring  you  thro' — 
My  grace  sufficient  is  for  you. 

5  "Do  you  want  proof  of  this  my  love: — 
Calv'ry  survey; — then  heav'n  above; 
See,  bow  the  ransom'd  millions  bow!-— 
My  grace  sufficient  is  for  you. 

6  "I'll  guide  you  safely  in  the  way, 

Thro' life's  dark  night,  to  heav'ns  bright  day^ 
And  there  with  wonder,  you  shall  view, 
My  grace  sufficient  was  for  you." 

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332       EVANGELICAL  HYMNS, 
v 
332.     S.  M.         Doddridge. 

Grace, — Eph.  ii.  5. 

1  if~i  BACE!  tis  a  charming  sound! 
\Jf  Harmonious  to  tine  ear! 
Heav'n  with  the  echo  shall  resound, 

And  all  the  earth  shall  hear. 

2  Grace  first  contriv'd  the  way 

To  save  rebellious  man; 
And  all  the  steps  tliat  grace  display 
Which  drew  the  wond'rous  plan. 

3  [Grace  first  inscrib'd  my  name 

In  God's  eternal  book; 
'Twas  grace  that  gave  me  to  the  Lamb> 
Who  all  my  sorrows  took.] 

4  Grace  led  my  roving  feet, 

To  tread  the  heav'nly  road: 
And  new  supplies  each  hour  I  meet, 
While  pressing  on  to  God. 

5  Grace  all  the  work  shall  crown, 

Through  everlasting  days; 
It  lays  in  heav'n  the  topmost  stone,, 
And  well  deserves  the  praise. 

PART  II.  11,  8.        K. 
Election. — Jer.  xxxi.  3.     1  Cor.  iv.  7. 
}   TN  songs  of  sublime  adoration  and  praise, 
JL  Ye  pilgrims,  for  Zion  who  press, 
Break  forth  and  extol  the  great  Ancient  of 
days, 
His  rich  and  distinguishing  grace. 
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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.       333 

His  love  from  eternity  fix'd  upon  you, — 
Broke  forth  and  discover'd  its  flame, 

When  each  with  the  cords  of  his  kindness  be 
drew, 
And  brought  you  to  love  his  great  name. 

3  O,  had  not  he  pity'd  the  state  you  were  in, 

Your  bosoms  his  love  had  ne'er  felt: 
You  all  would  have  liv'd,  would  have  died 
too  in  sin. 
And  sunk  with  the  load  of  your  guilt. 

4  What  was  there  in  you,  that  could  merit  es- 

teem, 
Or  give  the  Creator  delight-? 
'Twas  "Even  so,  Father,"  you  ever  must 

sing, 
"Because  it  seenTd  good  in  thy  sight." 

5  Then  give  all  the  glory  to  his  holy  name.: 

To  him  all  the  glory  belongs; 
Be  yours  the  high  joy  still  to  sound  forth  his 
fame, 
And  crown  him  in  each  of  your  songs. 

333.     L.  M-  R . 

By  grace  ye  are  saved. — Eph.  ii.  5. 

1  ^ELF-RIGHTEOUS  souls  on  works  rely, 
1^  And  boast  their  moral  dignity; 

But  if  I  lisp  a  song  of  praise, 
Grace  is  the  note  my  soul  shall  raise. 

2  'Twas  grace  that  quicken'd  me  when  dead, 
A»d  grace  my  soul  to  Jesus  led; 

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334       EVANGELICAL  HYMNS, 

Grace  brings  me  pardon  for  my  sin— 
'Tis  grace  subdues  my  lusts  within. 
Q  "*Tis  grace  that  sweetens  every  cross, 
'Tis  grace  supports  in  every  loss, 
In  Jesus'  grace  my  soul  is  strong- 
Grace  is  my  hope  and  Christ  my  seng, 

4  'Tis  grace  defends  when  danger's  near; 
By  grace  alone  I  persevere; 

'Tis  grace  constrains  my  soul  to  love- 
Free  grace  is  all  they  sing  above. 

5  Thus  'tis  alone  of  grace  I  boast, 
And  'tis  in  grace  alone  I  trust; 

For  all  that's  past  grace  is  my  theme— ^ 
For  what's  to  come  'tis  still  the  same. 

6  Through  endless  years,  of  grace  I'll  sing, 
Adcre  and  bless  my  heav'nly  King; 

I'll  cast  my  crown  before  his  throne, 
And  shout  free  grace  to  him  alone. 
334.     S.  M.     Fellows. 
Naaman  healed. — 2  Kings  v.  1—14. 

1  "¥lrrHEN  Syria's  leprous  chief 

7v      From  fair  Damascus  came, 
Fir'd  with  the  hopes  of  sure  gelief, 
By  great  Elisha's  fame— 

2  The  holy  prophet  stood 

Attentive  to  his  strain, 
And  bid  him  wash  in  Jordan's  flood, 
And  instantly  be  clean. 

3  The  mean's  of  cure  appear'd 

So  humbling  to  his  pride, 


EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.       335 

With  high  disdain  the  warrior  heard, 
And  sternly  thus  replied: 

4  "To  wash  in  Jordan's  streams 

I  can't  approve  as  meet, 
When  Pharpar's  streams  are  known  to  lave 
My  own  Damascus'  feet. 

5  "What  business  have  I  here. 

Far  from  my  native  place? 
Could  not  I  wash  in  water  there, 
And  there  receive  the  grace!" 

6  Thus  men  neglect  the  use 

Of  means  which  God  makes  known, 
And  in  their  room  would  introduce 
Inventions  of  their  own. 

7  Oh  give  me  wisdom,  Lord, 

Thy  holy  ways  to  prize, 
And  follow  thy  commanding  word, 
However  men  despise. 

335.     L.  M.         Smith.' 
I  will  in  no  wise  cast  nut. — John  vi  37. 

1  TJARK!  'tis  the  Saviour's  voice  I  hear, 
-H  Come  trembling  soul,  dispel  thy  fear, 
He  saith,  and  who  his  word  can  doubt, 
He  will  in  no  wise  cast  you  out. 

2  Doth  satan  fill  you  with  dismay, 
And  tell  you,  Christ  will  cast  away; 
It  is  a  truth;  why  should  you  doubf! 
He  will  in  no  w4se  cast  you  out! 

3  Doth  sin  appear  before  your  view, 
Of  scarlet  or  of  crimson  hue? 

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Tf  black  as  hell  why  should  you  doubt! 

He  will  in  no  wise  cast  you  out? 
4  The  Publican  and  dying;  Thief 

Applied  to  Christ,  and  found  relief; 

Nor  need  you  entertain  a  doubt; 

He  will  in  no  wise  cast  you  out! 
iS  Approach  your  God,  make  no  delay. 

He  waits  to  welcome  you  to-day ; 

His  mercy  try,  no  longer  doubt; 

He  will  in  no  wine  cast  you  out! 

33G.     L.  M.         B -. 

Come  and  sec. — John  i.  46'. 

1  T  ES'US,  dear  name,  how  s-weet  it  sounds 
*7    Replete  with  balm  for  all  my  wounds! 
His  word  declares  his  grace  is  free; 
Come,  needy  sinner,  come  and  see. 

2  He  left  the  shining-  courts  on  high, 
Came  to  our  world  to  bleed  and  die; 
Jesus,  the  God,  hung  on  a  tree: 
Come,  thoughtless  sinner,  come  and  see. 

3  Your  sins  did  pierce  his  bleeding  heart, 
Till  death  had  done  its  dreadful  part: 
Yet  his  dear  love  still  burns  to  thee; 
Come,  trembling  sinner,  come  and  see 

4  His  blood  Avill  cleanse  the  foulest  stain. 
And  make  the  filthy  leper  clean; 

His  fountain  open  stands  for  tbre; 
Come,  guilty  sinner,  come  and  se«  . 

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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.  237,  333 
337.     S.  M. 
Pious  resolutions. 

1  A     CHARGE  to  keep  I  have, 
XA.  My  Gcd  to  glorify; 

A  never-dying  soul  to  save, 
That  I  may  live  on  high. 

2  To  serve  the  present  age, 

^iy  culling  to  fulfil; 
Oli  may  it  all  my  pow'rs  engage 
To  do  my  Master's  will! 

3  Arm  me  with  jealous  care, 

As  in  thy  sight  to  live; 
And -thus  thy  servant,  Lord,  prepare, 
A  good  account  to  give! 

4  Help  me  to  watch  and  pray, 

And  on  thyself  rely; 
Oh  let  me  ne'er  my  trust  betray, 
Bat  faithful  live  and  die. 


338.     Ms. 


LoCs  wife. — Luke  xvii.  32. 

1&?  E  careless  orofessys  who  rest  on  youriees, 

JL     A. nidst your  vain  pleasures,   your  profit 

and  ease, 
Now  God  says,  "arise  and  escape  for  youriife, 
And  look  not  hehind   you — remember   Lot* 

wife." 
2  Awake  from  your  slumber,  the  warning  re- 

•'  eive; 
?Tis  Jeaus  thatwarns  you,  the  message  believe: 

25* 


339       EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

While  dangers  are  pending,  escape  for  your 
life,  *' 

And  look  not  behind  you — remember  Lot's 
wife. 

3  The  first  bold  apostate   will  tempt  you  to  ' 

stray, 
And  tell  you  no  dangers  are  found  in  the  way; 
He  means  to  deceive  you,  escape  for  your  life, 
And  look  not  behind  you — remember  Lot's 

wife. 

4  How  many  poorsouls  has  the  serpent  beguil'd! 
With  specious  temptations  how  many  defil'd! 
Then  be  not  deluded,  escape  for  your  life, 
And  look  not  behind  you — remember  Lot's 

wife. 

5  The  ways  of  religion  true  pleasures  afford, 
No  pleasures  can  equal  the  joys  of  the  Lord; 
Forsake  then  the  world,  and  escape  for  your 

life, 
And  look  not  behind  you — remember  Lot's 
wife. 

6  But  if  you  determine  the  call  to  refuse, 
And  venture  the  way  of  destruction  to  choose, 
For  hell  you  must  part  with  the  blessings  of 

life, 
And  then,  if  not  now,  you'll  remember  Lot's 
wife. 

339.     S.  M.         Heath. 
Watch  and  pray. — Matt.  xxvi,  41. 
1   TV/I"  Y  soul,  be  on  thy  guard, 
ItJl  Ten  thousand  foes  arise; 
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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.       340 

And  hosts  of  sins  are  pressing  hard, 
To  draw  thee  from  the  skies. 

2  Oh  watch,  and  fight,  and  pray, 

The  battle  ne'er  give  o'er; 
Renew  it  boldly  every  day, 
And  help  divine  implore. 

3  Ne'er  think  the  vict'ry  won, 

Nor  once  at  ease  sit  down; 
Thy  arduous  work  will  not  be  done, 
'Till  thou  hast  got  thy  crown. 

4  Fight  on  my  soul,  'till  death 

Shall  bring  thee  to  thy  God; 
He'll  take  thee,  at  thy  parting  breath, 
Up  to  his  blest  abode. 

340.     5,  6,  8, 
The  christian's  war-song. 

1  ¥>EGONF  all  dely! 
JL#  Come  let  us  away! 

The  season  of  conflict  is  come; 
The  summons  is  given, 
The  Lord  calls  from  heaven, 

Let  no  man  now  tarry  at  home. 

2  But  should  we  decline 
His  standard  to  join, 

Our  slackness  will  meet  its  reward; 

And  woe  shall  they  find, 

Who  tarr.y  behind, 
Nor  come  to  me  help  of  the  Lord. 

2  Then  cast  oft  delay, 
To  arms  and  away, 

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$41        EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

To  arms! — 'Tis  thee  Lord  gives  the  word! 

Away  to  the  field 

With  sword  and  with  shield, 
Away  to  the  help  of  the  Lord. 

4  The  Lord  in  his  might 

Has  gone  to  the  fight: 
And  if  we  should  shrink  from  the  toil, 

The  work  will  be  done, 

The  day  will  be  won, 
But — others  shall  gather  the  spoil. 

341.     C.  M.        Steele. 
Watchfulness  and  prayer. — Matt.  xxvi.  41. 

ALAS!  what  hourly  dangers  rise! 
What  6nares  beset  toy  way! 
To  heav'n,  O  let  me  lift  my  eyes, 

And  hourly  wateh  and  pray. 
Oh  gracious  God,  in  whom  I  live, 

My  feeble  eiforts  aid; 
Help  me  to  watch,  and  pray,  and  strive. 
Though  trembling  and  afraid. 

Increase  my  faith,  increase  my  hope, 

When  foes  and  fears  prevail; 
And  bear  my  fainting  spirits  up, 

Or  soon  my  strength  will  fail. 
©h  keep  me  in  thy  heav'nly  way, 

And  bid  the  tempter  flee; 
And  let  me  never,  never  stray 

From  happiness  and  thfi^ 

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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.  342,343 

342.     L.  M.         Barbauld. 
Christian  Warfare. 

1  A  WAKE,  my  soul!  lift  up  thine  eyes; 
j\.  See  where  thy  foes  against  thee  rise, 
In  long  array,  a  num'rous  host; 
Awake,  my  soul!  or  thou  art  lost. 

2  See  where  rebellious  passions  rage, 
And  fierce  desires  and  lusts  engage; 
The  meanest  foe  of  all  that  train 

Has  thousands  and  ten  thousands  slain. 

3  Thou  tread'st  upon  enchanted  ground; 
Perils  and  snares  beset  thee  round; 
Beware  of  all,  guard  every  part, — 
But  most  the  traitor  in  thy  heart. 

i  Clad  in  the  armour,  from  above, 
Of  heav'nly  truth,  and  heav'nlylove, 
Come  now,  my  soul,  the  charm  repel, 
And  pow'rs  of  earth  and  pow'rs  of  hell, 
343.     L.  M.         Steele. 
To  whom  shall  we  go? — John  vi.  67,  6GJ 

1  rgillOU  only  Sovereign  of  my  heart, 

Ja.    My  refuge,  my  Almighty  friend — 
And  can  my  soul  from  thee  depart, 
On  whom  alone  my  hopes  depend? 

2  Whither,  ah!  whither  shall  I  go — 

A  wretched  wand'rer  from  my  Lord! 
Can  this  dark  world  of  sin  and  woe, 
One  glimpse  of  happiness  afford] 

3  Internal  life  thy  words  impart, 

,#n  tlfetfe  my  fanatinj  apirit  lives; 
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344       EVANGELICAL  HYMNS, 

Here  sweeter  comforts  cheermy  heart,, 
Than  all  the  round  of  nature  gives. 

4  Let  earth's  alluring  joys  combine; 

While  thou  art  near  in.  vain  they  call; 
One  smile,  one  blissful  smile  of  thine, 
My  dearest  Lord,  outweighs  them  all.. 

5  Thy  name  my  inmost  pow'rs  adore, 

Thou  art  my  life,  my  joy,  my  care; 
Depart  from  thee; — 'tis  death — 'tis  more!: 
'Tis  endless  ruin!  deep  despair! 

6  Low  at  thy  feet  my  soul  would  lie, 

Here  safety  dwells  and  peace  divine; 
Still  let  me  live  beneath  thine  eye, 
For  life,  eternal  life,  is  thine! 
344.  C.  M.         M. 
Light  in  darkness. — Ps.  cxij.  4. 
1   £~\H  thou  who  dry'st  the  mourner's  tear,, 
vJ'   How  dark  this  world  would  be, 
If,  piere'd  by  sins  and  sorrows  here, 
We  could  not  fly  to  thee! 
g  The  friend?,  who  in  our  sunshine  live , 
When  winter  comes,  are  flown; 
And  he  who  has  but  tears  to  give, 
Must  v  eep  those  tears  alone. 

3  But  thou  wilt  heal  that  broken  heart, 

Which,  like,  the  plants  that  throw 
Their  fragrance  from  the  wounded  prm  , 
Breathes  sweetness  out  oi  woe. 

4  When  joy  no  longer  soothes  or  cheers  j 

And  e'en  the  hope  that,  threw 
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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.       34£ 

A  moment's  sparkle  o'er  our  tears, 
Is  dimm'd  and  vanish'd  too: 

Oh  who  could  bear  life's  stormy  doom, 

Did  not  thy  wing  of  love 
Come  brightly  wafting  through  the  gloom, 

Our  peace-branch  from  above] 

6  Then  sorrow,  touch'd  by  thee,  grows  bright; 
With  more  than  rapture's  ray: 
As  darkness  shows  us  worlds  of  light, 
We  never  saw  by  day. 

345.     L.  M.         Fawcett. 

&s  thy  days,  so  shall  thy  strength  be. — Deut 

xxxiii.  25. 

1     \  FFLICTED  saint,  to  Christ  draw  near, 
xV  Thy  Saviour's  gracious  promise  hear; 
His  faithful  word  declares  to  thee, 
That  as  thy  days,  thy  strength  shall  be. 

Z  Let  not  thy  heart  despond  and  say, 
"How  shall  I  stand  the  trying  day!"' 
He  has  engag'd  by  firm  decree, 
That  as  lay  days,  thy  strengtL  shall  be. 

3  Thy  faith  is  weak,  thy  fees  are  strong; 
And  though  the  conflict  should  be  long, 
Thy  Lord  will  make  the  tempter  flee; 
For  as  thy  days,  thy  strength  shall  be. 

4  Should  persecution  rage  aud  flar.it;, 
Still  trust  in  thy  Redeemer's  name; 
In  fiery  trials  thou  shalt  see, 

That  as  tky  days,  thy  strength  shalilre 

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346,347  EVANGELICAL  HYMNS 

S  When  call'd  to  bear  the  weighty  cross, 
Of  sore  affliction,  pain,  or  loss, 
Or  deep  distress,  or  poverty, 
Still  as  thy  days,  thy  strength  shall  be. 

G  When  ghastly  death  appears  in  view, 
Christ's  presence  shall  thy  fears  subdue; 
He  comes  to  set  thy  spirit  free, 
And  as  thy  days,  thy  strength  shall  be. 

346.     L.  M.         Newton. 
What  sJuUl  I  give  thee? — 1  Kings  iii.  5. 

LOKD,  dost  thou  say,  "ask  what  thou  wilt'!'-' 
I  gladly  seize  "the  golden  hour, 
I  pray  to  be  releas'd  from  guilt, 

And  freed  from  sin  and  satan's  pow'r. 

2  More  of  thy  presence,  Lord,  impart — 

More  of  thy  image  let  me  bear; 
Erect  a  throne  within  my  heart, 
And  reign  without  a  rival  there, 

3  Give  me  to  read  my  pardon  seal'd, 

And  from  thy  joy  to  draw  my  strength—; 
To  have  thy  boundless  love  reveal'd, 

In  all  its  height,  and  breadth,  and  length* 

4  Grant  these  requests — I  ask  no  more, 

But  to  thy  care  the  rest  resign; 
Sick,  or  in  health,  or  rich,  or  poor, 
All  shall  be  well  if  thou  art  mine* 
347.     L.  M.         C.  Wesley 
Trud  in  Christ.— Hab.  iii.  17,  18. 
V  A  LTHOUGH  the  vine-  its  fruit  deny, 
J\.  Although  the  olive  yield  no  oil, 
992 


EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.       S4S 

The  with'ring  fig-tree  droop  and  die, 

The  field  illude  the  tiller's  toil— 
2  The  empty  stall  no  herd  afford — 

And  perish  all  the  bleatirig  race; 
Yet,  I  will  triumph  in  the  Lord! — 

The  God  of  my  salvation  praise! 
Away,  each  unbelieving'  fear! 

Let  fear  to  cheering  hope  give  place; 
My  Saviour  will  at  length  appear, 

And  show  the  brightness  of  his  face. 
Though  now  my  prospects  all  be  cro^s'd', 

My  blooming  hopes  cut  off  I  see*; 
Still  will  I  in  my  Jesus  trust,, 

Whose  boundless  love  can  reach  to  me. 
Nor  will  I  ever  let  him  go, 

And  basely  to  the  tempter  yield! 
No!  in  the  strength  of  Jesus,  no! 

I  never  will  give  up  my  shield. 
6  In  hope  believing  against  hope — 

His  promis'd  mercy  will  I  claim; 
His  gracious  word  shall  bear  me  up 

To  seek  salvation  in  his  name. 
348.     5,  0.         Newton. 
I  will  trust. — Isa.  xii.  2, 
1   TJEGONE,  unbelief! 

JO  My  Saviour  is  near; 

And  for  my  relief 

Will  surely  appear- 
By  pray'r  let  me  wrestle, 

And  he  will  perform; 

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348       EVANGELICAL  HYMN& 

With  Christ  in  the  vessel, 
1  smile  at  the  storm. 

2  Determin'd  to  save, 

He  watck'do'er  my  path, 

When,  Satan's  blind  slave, 

1  sported  with  death: 
And  can  he  have  taught  me 

To  trust  in  his  name, 
And  thus  far  have  brought  me 

To  put  me  to  shame? 

3  Why  should  I  complain 
Of  want  or  distress, 
Temptation  or  pain! 
JJe  told  me  no  less: 

The  heirs  of  salvation, 

I  know  from  his  word, 
Through  much  tribulation, 

Must  follow  their  Lord. 

4  Though  dark  be  my  way, 
Since  lie  is  my  guide, 
'Tis  mine  to  obey, 

'Tis  his  to  provide; 
His  way  w as  much  rougher. 

And  darlrer  thai*  uiine; 
Did  Jesus  thus  sutler, 

And  shall  I  r^oine? 

5  His  love,  in  i;  i*e  past. 
Forhjds  me  to  t1  :nk 
He'l'  leave  me  at  last 
In  trouble  to  sink: 

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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.  349,  3£0 

Though  painful  at  present, 

'Twill  cease  before  long, 

And  then,  oh,  how  pleasant 

The  conqueror's  song! 

349.     L.  M. 

Hope  fixed  in  God. 

WHEN  guilt  distracts  my  lab'ring  breast, 
Justice  enrag'd,  and  wrath,  I  flee — 
Thy  cross  alone  I  seek  for  rest, 
And  fix  my  hope,  O  Lord,  in  thee. 

2  Secur'd  on  Christ,  th'  eternal  rock, 

No  angry  storms,  no  raging  sea 
Can  e'er  my  expectation*  shock, 
My  hope  is  fix'd,  O  Lord,  in  thee. 

3  Oft  wheft  death's  awful  gloomy  vale, 

Affrighted  nature  dreads  to  see — 
What  thoughts  would  then  my  heart  assail 
Did  I  not  hope,  O  Lord,  in  thee. 

4  But  I  can  never,  never  sink, 

My  faith  a  wreck  can  never  be; 
Boldly  I  stand  on  Jordan's  brink, 
And  sing  my  hope,  O  Lord,  in  thee. 

350.     8,  7.         Montgomery. 
The  joy  of  grief  \ — 2  Cor.  vi.  10. 
1  QWEET  the  hour  of  tribulation, 
£5  When  the  heart  can  freely  sigh; 
And  the  tear  of  resignation 
Twinkles  in  the  mournful  eye- 
&  Have  you  felt  a  kind  emotion 

Tremble  through  your  troubled  breast ; 

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351       EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

Soft  as  evening  o'er  the  ocean, 

When  she  charms  the  waves  to  rest? 

3  Have  you  lost  afriend,  or  brother? 

Heard  a  father's  parting-  breath? 
Gaz'd  upon  a  lifeless  mother, 

'Till  she  seem'd  to  wake  from  death'? 

4  Have  you  felt  a  spouse  expiring 

In  your  arms  before  your  view1? 
"Watch'd  the  lovely  soul  retiring 
From  her  eyes,  that  broke  on  you? 

5  O'er  the  yielding  brow  of  sadness, 

One  faint  smile  of  comfort  stoles 
One  soft  pang  Of  tender  gladness 
Exquisitely  thrhTd  the  soul. 

6  Trembling,  pale,  and  agonizing, 

While  you  mourn 'd  the  vision  gone, 
Bright  the  morning  star  arising, 

Open'd  Heav'n,  from  whence  it  shone, 

7  Thither  all  your  wishes  bending, 

Rise  in  ecsiasy  sublime; 
Thither  all  your  hopes  ascending, 
Triumph'd  over  death  and  time. 

8  Thus  afflicted,  bruis'd,and  broken, 

Have  you  known  such  sweet  relief? 
Yes,  my  friend!  and  by  this  token, 
You  have  felt,  "the  joy  of  grief." 
351.     L.  M. 
The  joy  of  ains  forgiven. 
I   "HEARTH  has  a  joy  unknown  to  heaven, 
Jt-J  The  new  born  joy  of  sins  forgiven! 
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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.       352 

Such  tears  of  peace  and  deep  delight, 

Ye  angels!  never  dynni'd  your  sight. 
%  Ye  saw  of  old,  on  chaos  rise 

The  beauteous  pillars  of  the  skies; 
•    Ye  know  where  Morn,  exulting,  springs, 

And  Evening  folds  her  drooping  wings. 

3  Bright  Heralds  of  th'  Eternal  Will, 
Abroad  his  errands  ye  fulfil; 

Or,  thron'd  in  floods  of  beamy  day, 
Symphonious  iu  his  presence  play. 

4  Loud  is  the  song — "the  heavenly  plain 
Is  shaken  with  the  choral  strain — 
And  dying  echoes,  floating  far, 
Draw  music  from  each  chiming  star, 

5  But  I,  amid  your  choirs,  shall  shine, 
And  ail  your  knowedge  shall  be  mine; 
Ye,  on  yoar  harps,  must  lean  to  hear 
A  secret  chord,  that  mine  shall  bear. 

35C.     S.  M.         Kent. 
It  shall  be  well  with  the  righteous. — Isa.  iii  19, 

1  ^[^THAT  cheering  words  are  these! 

t  X      Their  sweetness  who  can  tell? 
In  time,  and  to  eternity, 
'Tis  with  the  righteous  well. 

2  In  every  state  secure, 
Kept  by  Jehovah's  eye; 

'Tis  well  with  them  while  life  endures, 
And  well  when  call'd  to  die. 

3  'Tis  well  whenjoys  arise, 
'Tis  well  when  sorrows  flow; 

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'Tis  well  when  darkness  veils  the  skiet. 
And  strong  temptations  blow. 

4  'Tis  well,  when  on  the  mount, 

They  feast  on  dying  love; 
And  'tis  as  well  in  God's  aocount, 
When  they  the  furnace  prove. 

5  He  hears  the  ravens  call, 

Nor  will  his  children  grieve; 
Nor  can  a  worthless  sparrow  fall, 
Without  my  Father's  leave. 
13  Oh  may  I  doubt  no  more, 
But  in  his  pleasure  rest: 
Built  on  his  love,  his  truth,  and  pow'r, 
My  soul  is  truly  blest. 

353.     C.  M.         Hosjons. 
Submission.     "It  is  well."— 2  Kings  iv.  2G, 

1  TTT  shall  be  well,  let  sinners  know, 
JL  With  those  who  love  the  Lord; 
His  saints  have  always  found  it  so, 

By  resting  on  his  word. 

2  Peace,  then,  ye  chasten'd  sons  of  God, 

Why  let  your  sorrows  swell] 
Wisdom  directs  your  Father's  rod — 
His  word  says,  it  is  well. 

3  Though  like  the  Shunamite  of  old, 

Whose  creature-comforts  fell: 
Like  her,  let  faith  be  strong  and  bold, 
And  answer,  it  is  well. 

4  Though  you  may  trials  sharp  endure, 

From  sin,  or-death,  or  hell; 


EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.       354 

Your  heav'nly  Father's  love  is  sure, 
And  therefore,  it  is  well. 
5  Soon  will  ytfur  sorrows  all  be  o'er, 
And  you  shall  sweetly  tell, 
On  Canaan's  calm  and  pleasant  shore, 
That  all  at  last  is  well. 

354.     L.  M.         Medlly. 
I  know  that  my  Redeemer  liveth. — Job  xix.  25. 

1  T  KNOW  that  my  Redeemer  lives; 

JL  What  comfort  this  sweet  sentence  gives ! 
He  lives,  he  lives,  who  once  was  dead, 
He  lives  my  ever-living  head1. 

2  He  lives  to  bless  me  with  his  love, 
He  lives  to  plead  for  me  above, 
He  lives  my  hungry  soul  to  feed, 
He  lives  to  help  in  time  of  need. 

3  He  lives  to  grant  me  rich  supply, 
He  lives  to  guide  me  with  his  eye, 
He  lives  to  comfort  me  when  faint, 
He  lives  to  hear  my  soul's  complaint. 

i  He  lives  to  silence  all  my  fears, 
He  lives  to  stop  and  wipe  my  tears, 
He  lives  to  calm  my  troubled  heart, 
He  lives  all  blessings  to  in)  part. 

5  He  lives  my  kind,  wise,  heav'nly  friend, 
He  lives  and  loves  me  to  the  end, 

He  lives,  and  while  he  lives  I'll  since, 
He  lives  my  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King. 

6  He  lives,  and  grants  me  daily  breath, 
He  lives  *  and  I  shall  conquer  death, 

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355,  356  EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

He  lives  my  mansions  to  prepare, 
He  lives  to  bring  me  safely  there. 
7  He  lives,  all  glory  to  his  name! 
He  lives,  my  Jesus,  still  the  same; 

0  the  sweet  joy  this  sentence  gives, 

1  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives! 

355.     C.  M.         IIaweis. 
'    Su  Imi  ission . — J  ob  i ,  2 1 . 
J    SUBMISSIVE  to  thy  will, my  God, 
^   I  all  to  thee  resign; 
Ana  bow  before  thy  chast'ning  rod-r- 
I    Tcvirn,  but  not  repine. 

2  Why  should  my  foolish  heart  complain, 

When  wisdom,  truth  and  love, 
Direct  the  stroke,  inflict  the  pain, 
And  point  to  joys  above? 

3  How  short  are  all  my  suff'rings  here, 

How  needful  every  cross; 

Away,  my  unbelieving  fear, 

Nor  call  my  gain,  my  loss. 

4  Then  give,  dear  Lord,  or  take  away, 

I'll  bless  thy  sacred  name; 
My  Jesus,  yesterday,  to-day, 
Forever  is  the  same! 

356.     L.  M. 
Submission  to  Providence. 
HEN  sorrow  casts  its  shade  around, 
And  pleasure  seems  ourcourse  toshunj 
When  nought  but  grief  and  pain  is  found, 
How  sweet  to  say.  "Thy  will  be  done." 
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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS,       357 

2  When  sickness  lends  its  pallid  hne, 
And  every  dream  of  bliss  has  flown; 

When  quickly  from  the  fading-  view 
Recede  the  joys  that  once  wer^  known; 

3  The  soul,  resign'd,  will  still  rejoice, 

Though  life's  last  sand  be  nearly  run; 
With  humble  faith  and  trembling  voice, 
It  whispers  soft,  "Thy  will  be  done." 
[  Whencall'd  to  mourn  the  early  doom 
Of  one  affection  held  most  dear; 
"VYhile  o'er  the  closing  silent  tomb, 
The  bleeding  heart  distils  the  tear ; 
>  Though  love  its  tribute  sad  will  pay, 
And  earthly  streams  of  solace  shun; 
Still!  still!  the  humble  soul  will  say, 
In  lowly  dust,  "Thy  will  be  done." 
J  Whate'er,  O  Lord,  thou  hast  design'd, 
To  bring  my  soul  to  thee  in  trust; 
If  mercies  or  afflictions  kind, — 

(For  all  thy  dealings,  Lord,  are  just,) 
7  Take  all, — but  grant,  in  goodness  free, 
That  love  which  ne'er  thy  stroke  would  shun; 
Support  this  heart,  and  strengthen  me 
To  say  in  faith,  "Thy  will  be  done." 

357.     C.  M. 
Complaint  and  hope  under  great  paa 
1   TT    ORD,  I  am  pain'd,  but  I  resign 
A-i  My  body  to  thy  will; 
?Tis  grace,  'tis  wisdo/sa^l  divine. 
Appoints  the  pains  I  feel, 

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358       EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

2  Dark  fire  the  ways  of  providence, 

While  they  who  love  thee  groan; 
Thy  reasons  lie  conceal'd  from  sense,. 
Mysterious  and  unknown. 

3  Yet  nature  may  have  leave  to  speak, 

And  plead  before  her  God, 
Lest  the  o'erburden'd  heart  should  break 
Beneath  thine  heavy  rod. 

4  These  mournful  groans  and  flowing  tears, 

Give  my  poor  spirit  ease; 
While  every  groan  my  Father  hears,    . 
And  every  tear  he  sees. 

5  Is  not  some  smiling  hour  at  hand, 

With  peace  upon  its  wings  ? 
Give  it,  O  God,  thy  swift  command, 
With  all  the  joys  it  brings. 

358.     C.  M.        Green. 
Resignation.  iIt  isthe  LordS&c. — 1  Sam.  iii.  18. 
1  T  T  is  the  Lord,  enthron'd  in  light, 
JL  Whose  claims  are  all  divine, 
Who,  has  an  undisputed  right 
To  govern  me  and  mine.. 

%  It  is  the  Lord,  who  gives  me  all — 
My  wealth,  my  friends,  my  ease? 
And  of  his  bounties  may  recall 
Whatever  part  he  please. 
3  It  is  the  Lord — should  I  distrust. 
Or  contradict  his  will! 
Who  cannot  do  but  what  is  just 
^And  must  be  righteous  still 
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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.       35^ 

4  It  is  the  Lord,  who  can  sustain 
Beneath  the  heaviest  load, 
From  whom  assistance  I  obtain, 

To  tread  the  thorny  road. 
It  is  the  Lord,  my  cov'nant  God, 

Thrice  blessed  be  his  name, 
Whose*gracious  promise,  sealed  with  blood, 
Must  ever  be  the  same. 
6  And  can  my  soul,  with  hopes  like 'these. 
Be  sullen  or  repineT 
No — let  the  Lord  take  what  he  please; 
To  him  I  all  resign. 

35£.     S.  M  Dwight. 

Solemn  fho'ls  after  dangerous  sickness. — Ps.  88, 

1  O  TRETCH'D  on  the  bed  of  grief, 
►O*  In  silence  long  I  lay; 

For  sore  disease  and  wasting  pain. 
Had  worn  my  strength  away. 

2  Just  o'er  the  grave  I  hung; 

No  pardon  met  my  eyes; 
As  blessings  never  greet  the  slain. 
And  hope  shall  never  rise. 

3  Sweet  mercy  to  my  s.oul 

Reveal'd  no  charming  ray; 
Before  me  rose  along,  dark  night, 
With  no  succeeding  day. 

4  I  saw  beyond  the  tomb, 

The  awful  Judge  appear, 
Prepar'd  to  scan  with  strict  account 
My  blessings  wasted  here.- 

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300      EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

5  Then  O  how  vain  appear'd 

The  joys  beneath  the  sky! 
Like  visions  past,  like  flovv'rs  that  blow.; 
When  wintry  storms  are  nigh. 

6  How  mourn'd  my  sinking  soul 

The  Sabbath's  hours  divine, 
The  day  of  grace,  that  precious  day, 
Consum'd  in  sense  and  sin. 

7  Then  to  the  Lord  I  pray'd, 

And  rais'<l  a  bitter  cry — 
"Hear  me,  O  God,  and  save  my  soul, 

Lest  I  forever  diei" 
§  He  heard  my  humble  cry; 

He  sav'd  my  soul  from  death: 
To  him  I'll  give  my  heart  and  handlj 

And  consecrate  my  breath. 

9  Ye  sinners,  fear  the  Lord, 

While  yet  'tis  call'd  to-day; 
Soon  will  the  awful  voice  of  deatli 
Command  your  souls  away. 

10  Soon  will  the  harvest  close; 

The  summer  soon  be  o'er; 
^nd  soon  your  injured,  angry  God 
Will  hear  your  pray'rs  no  more. 
360.     C.  M.        J.  Steward. 
Sick  bed  reflections. 
i   1\/W  Y  soul  would  fain  indulge  a  hope 
J_fJB*  To  reach  the  heav'nly  shore; 
And  when  I  drop  this  dying  flesl*. 
That  I  shall  fin  no  m«v,~* 
364 


EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.       36  i 

That  then  I  shall  behold  the  Lamb, 

Who  once  for  sin  was  slain, 
But  rose  triumphing  o'er  the  grave, 

And  on  his  throne  dotn  reign. 

I  hope  to  haar  and  join  the  song, 

That  saints  and  angels  raise; 
And  while  eternal  ages  roll, 
,     To  sing  eternal  praise. 

4  But  O,  this  dreadful  heart  of  sin! 

It  may  deceive  me  still; 
And  while  I  look  for  joys  above, 
May  plunge  me  down  to  hell. 

5  The  scene  must  then  forever  close; 

Probation  at  an  end; 
No  gospel  grace  can  reach  me  there, 
No  pardon  there  descend. 

6  Come  then,  O  blessed  Jesus,  come, 

'to  me  thy  Spirit  give; 
Shine  through  a  dark,  benighted  soul, 
And  bid  a  sinner  live. 

361.     CM.        Watts. 
5>7c&  bed  de  votion;  oi\pieadingwithout  repining* 
I  g^\  OD  of  my  life,  look  gently  down, 
^LX  Bekold  the  pains  I  feel; 
But  I  am  dumb  before  thy  throne, 
Nor  dare  dispute  thy  will. 
-1  Diseases  are  thy  servants,  Lord, 
They  come  at  thy  command; 
I'll  not  attempt  a  murra'ring  word, 
Against  thy  chasfninghand. 

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362       EVANGELICAL  HYMNSl 

3  Yet  I  may  plead  with  humble  cries, 

Remove  thy  sharp  rebukes: 
My  streiigtb  consumes,  my  spirit  dies, 
Through  thy  repented  strokes. 

4  Crush'd  as  a  moth  beneath  thy  hand, 

We  moulder  to  the  dust; 
Oiir  feeble  pow'rs  can  ne'er  withstand. 
And  all  onr  beauty's  lost. 

5  I'm  but  a  stranger  here  below, 

As  all  my  fathers  were; 
May  T  be  well  prepared  to  go, 
When  I  the  summons  hear. 

6  But  if  my  life  be  sparM  awhile 

Before  my  last  remove, 
Thy  praise  shall  be  my  business  still, 
And  I'll  declare  thy  love. 
362.     C.  M. 
Jay  in  sorrow. 

1  A  ND  let  this  feeble  body  fail, 
-OL  And  let  it  faint  or  die; 

My  soul  shall  quit  the  mournful  vale. 
And  soar  to  worlds  on  high; 

2  Shall  join  the  disembodied  saints, 

And  find  its  long-sought  rest, 
(The  only  rest  for  which  it  pants,)    . 
On  the  Redeemer's  breast. 

3  In  hope  of  that,  immortal  crown, 

I  now  the  cross  sustain; 
And  gladly  wander  mp  and  do'wrj 
And  smile  at  toil  and  pais. 
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EVANGELICAL  HYMN?,       363 

I  travel  my  appointed  years, 

Till   i  y  Deliv'rer  come, 
An:l  wipe  away  his  servant's  tears, 

And  take  his  e;dle  home. 

363.     C.  M.         Toflady. 

Affliction;  or,  meditation  on  God's  love.— 
Psalm  oiv.  34, 

WHEN  languor  and  disease  invade 
This  trembling  house  of  clay, 
Tis  sweet  to  look  beyond  my  pains. 

And  long  to  fly  away. 
Sweet  to  look  inward,  and  attend 

The  whispers  of  his  love; 
Sweet  to  look  upward  to  the  place 
Where  Jesus  pleads  above. 

3  Sweet  to  look  back  and  see  my  name 
In  life's  fair  bopk  set  down; 

Sweet  to  look  forward,  auql  behold 
Eternal  joys  my  own. 

4  Sweet  to  reflect  how  grace  divine 

My  sins  on  Jesus  laid; 
Sweet  to  remember  that  his  bloo.d 
3Vly  debt  of  suff  ring  paid. 

5  Sweet  on  his  faithfulness  to  rest, 

Whose  love  can  never  end; 
Sweet  on  his  covenant  of  grace 
For  all  things  to  depend. 

6  Sweet,  in  the  confidence  of  faith,. 

To  trust  his  firja  decrees; 


SC4       EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

Sweet  to  lie  passive  in  his  hand, 
And  know  no  will  but  his. 
7  If  such  the  sweetness  of  the  streams, 
What  must  the  fountain  be, 
Where  saints  and  angels  draw  their  bites 
Immediately  from  thee! 

364.     8,  7,  4.         Pearce. 

Sioect  affliction. — 2  Chron.  xxxiii.  11 — 13. 
I   TTN  the  floods  of  tribulation, 
M.   While  the  billows  o'er  me  roll, 
Jesus  whispers  consolation. 
And  supports  my  fainting  soul: 

S'.vcet  affliction, 
That  brings  Jesus  to  my  soul. 
:  Thus  the  lion  yields  me  honey; 
From  the  eater  food  is  given; 
Strengthen^  thus,  I  still  press  forward, 
Singing  as  I  wade  to  heaven: 

Sweet  affliction, 
And  my  sins  are  all  forgiven. 
Here,  in  darkest  dispensations, 

Doth  my  fait&ful  Lord  appear; 
With  his  richest  consolations, 
To  re -animate  and  cheer: 

Sweet  affliction, 
Thus  to  bring  my  Saviour  near. 
la  the  sacred  page  recorded, 

Thus  lr's  word  securely  stands; 
•"Fear  not,  I'm  in  trouble  near  thee, 
Nought  shall  pluck  Uiee  from  my  handlJ- 
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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.       3G5 

Sweet  affliction, 
Every  word  my  love  demands. 

All  I  meet  I  find  assist  me 

In  my  path  to  heav'niy  joy, 
Where,  though  triads  now  attend  me. 

Trials  never  more  annoy: 
Sweet  affliction, 

Every  promise  gives  mejoy. 
Wearing  there  a  weight  of  glory, 

Still  the  path  111  ne'er  forget, 
But,  exulting,  cry,  it  led  me 

To  my  blessed  Saviour's  feet: 
Sweet  affliction, 

Which  has  brought  mo  to  his  feet, 

365.     8,  7,  4.         Wingrove. 
Soul  happy  on  a  death  bed. 

EVERY  moment  brings  me  nearer 
To  my  long-sought  rest  above; 
Higher  mounts  my  sou',  and  higher- 
Qli  how  happy  to  remove! 

Then,  forever, 
I  shall  siug  redeeming  love. 
Soon  shall  I  be  gone  to  glory — 
Join  the  bright,  angelic  race, 
There  repeat  the  pleasing  story — 
I  was  sav'd  by  sovereign  grace: 

And,  forever, 
View  my  loving  Saviour's  face. 
Though  my  baHensore  oppress  me, 
And  I  shrink  beneath  my  padn, 

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366       EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

Jesus  he  will  soon  release  me, 
And  your  loss  will  be  my  gain: 

Precious  Saviour! — 
With  my  Lord  1  shall  remain. 

366.     CM.         Crudjeiv. 
For  one  resigned  and  happy  in  prospect  of  death 
1    f~  -OME  forward,  death,  and  let  us  talk, 
x_>  While  near  to  thee  I  stand: 
I  fear  thee  not;  so  I  draw  near 

To  shake  thy  thrice  cold  hand. 
I  welcome  thee  to  do  thy  work, 

fioon  as  my  sands  are  run; 
I  cannot  fornuan  empty  wish 
Thy  coming  stroke  to  shun. 

2  In  some  dark  chamber  of  the  grave, 

Do  thou  this  body  lay; 
For  in  thy  hands,  O  death,  my  friend, 

I  fearless  leave  my  clay. 
Ilastc,  take  thy  dart,  thy  spear,  thy  bo^r. 

And  lift  thy  killing  hand; 
I'll  look  thee  boldly  in  the  face, 

And  thus  undaunted  stand. 

3  By  faith  I  see  Immanu&'slandj 

Oh  let  me  leap  on  shore,     . 
To  mingle  with  yon  seraphim, 

And  in  their  strains  adore. 
I  hear  their  harps,  their  golden  harps. 

Sound  the  Redeemer's  praise: 
Oh  let  me  join  my  notes  with  them. 

And  sing  redeeming  grace. 
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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.        896 

Tome  quickly,  death,  th'  angelic  guards 
Are  bov-ring  all  around, 

And  waiting  to  embrace  their  charge, 

When  thou  hast  me  unbound. 
Make  haste!  cut  loose!  dissolve  life's  bands; 

I  long  to  he  away; 
When  immortality's  in  view 

Could  patience  bear  delay] 

Life's  bitterest  hour  is  recompense 

By  ecstasies  of  death; 
Assurd  of  ondless  life,  I  yield, 

Triumphing  yield  my  breath. 
I  pant  for  pure  immortal  joys; 

I'm  all  anxiety, 
To  see,  to  hear,  to  feel,  to  know, 

What  means  eternity. 

Ab*p,  vow  my  breath  begins  to  faili 

The  spirst's  almost  free, 
And  all  the  bands  that  kept  their  hold 

At  once  asuDder  flee. 
I  breathe — I  feel  immortal  life, 

And  taste  celestial  joy, 
While  dazzling  glories  round  the  thron* 

My  every  power  employ. 

Ye  friends  surviving,  dry  your  cheeky; 

Your  tears,  your  tears  are  lost: 
Shed  them  for  those  who  on  ths  i  ~a 

Of  mortal  life  are  toss'd. 
Just  on  my  eye-lids  U  t  some  friend 

His  fingers  gently  lay; 

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367,  360  EVANGELICAL  HYMKS. 

Without  their  aid  I  see  the  beams 
Of  an  eternal  day. 

367.     7s. 
A  hymn  to  be  repeated  when  rising. 

1  l\rOT*V"  the  shades  of  night  are  gone; 
-i-^i    Now  the  m orning  light  is  come; 
Lord,  may  I  be  thine  to-day; 
Drive  the  shades  of  sin  away. 

2  Fill  my  soul  with  h.pav'nly  light, 
Banish  doubt,  and  cleanse  my  sight: 
In,  thy  service,  Lurd,  to-day, 
Help  me  labour,  help  me  pray. 

3  Keep  my  haughty  passions  bound, 
Save  me  from  my  foes  around; 
Going  out  and  coming  in, 

Keap  me  safe  from  every  sin. 
3  When  my  work  of  life  is  past, 
Oh  receive  me  then  at  last! 
Night  of  sin  will  be  no  more,        / 
When  I  reach  the  heav'nly  shore. 

368.      C.  M. 
Morning. 

"CflSfTHEN  we, with  welcome  slumberpr-ees'd, 
V  »      Had  clos'd  our  weary  eyes, 
A  pow'r  unseen  seccrM  our  rest, 
And  made  us  joyful  rise: 
2  Numbers  last  night  have  doubtless  met 
Their  long  eternal  doom; 
And  lost  the  joys  of  morning  light, 
In  death's  tremendous  gloom. 
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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.       3Q9 

3  But  life  to  us  its  light  prolongs,— 
Let  warmest  thanks  arise; 
Great  God,  accept  our  morning  saugfs, 
Our  willing  sacrifice. 

369.     C.  M.         Steele. 
Morning  song. 

1  /""I  OD  of  my  life,  my  morning  song 
xJT  To  thee  1  cheerful' raise; 

Thy  acts  of  love  His  good  to  sing, 
And  pleasant  'tis  to  praise. 

2  Preserve  by  thy  almighty  arm, 

I  pass'd  the  shades  of  night, 
Serene  and  safe  from  every  harm, 
To  see  the  morning  light. 

3  While  numbers  spent  the  night  in  sighs, 

And  restless  pains  and  woes, 

In  gentle  sleep  I  clos'd  my  eyes., 

And  rose  from  sweet  repose. 

4  When  sleep  death's  image  o'er  me  spread, 

And  I  unconscious  lay, 
Thy  watchful  care  was  round  my  bed,. 
To  guard  my  feeble  clay. 

5  Oh  let  the  same  almighty  care 

Through  all  this  day  attend: 
From  every  danger,  every  snare, 
My  heedless  steps  defend. 

6  Smile  on  my  minutes  as  they  roll, 

And  guide  my  future  days; 

And  let  thy  goodness  till  my  soul 

With  gratitude  and   praise. 


370,  371  EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

370.     C.  M.         J.  Steward. 
Morning;  none;. 
I    O  HOULD  God  forbid  the  sun  to  rise, 
O    And  endless  darkness  reign, 
Justice  would  silence  every  mouth, 
Nor  let  a  thought  complain. 

2  Thus  had  the  Sun  of  Righteousness 

Never  arose  and  shone, 
The  frowning  heavens  had  flash'd  with  wrathjj 
For  crimes  which  we  have  done. 

3  Then  had  salvation  ne'er  appear'd, 

Nor  angels  sung  of  peace-; 
The  anthem  never  had  begun, 
Which  now  will  never  cease. 

4  But  thanks  to  God,  the  nat'ral  sun 

Does  light  and  heat  convey; 
The  Sun  of  Righteousness  will  shine; 
An  everlasting  day. 

371.     L.  M. 

A  morning  hymn. 
1     A  RISE,  my  soul!  with  rapture  rise! 
J\   And,  foTd  with  love  and  fear,  adore 
The  awful  sovereign  of  the  skies, 

Whose  mercy  lends  me  one  day  more. 
1  And  may  this  day,  indulgent  power, 
Not  idly  pass,  nor  fruitiest  be  , 
But  may  each  swiftly  flying  hour, 
Advance  my  soul  more  nigh  to  thee. 
3  But  can  it  be?  that  power  divine! 

Whose  throne  is  light's  unbounded  blazJ 
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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.       SI 

While  countless  worlds  andangek  join, 
To  swell  the  glorious  song  of  praise; 

4  Will  deign  to  lend  a  favoring-  c?r, 

When  I,  poor  al'ject  mortal,  pray? 

Yes,  (boundless  goodness!)  he  will  hear, 

Nor  cast  the  meanest  wretch  away! 

5  Then  let  me  serve  thee  all  my  flays; 

And  may  my  zeal  with  years  increase; 
Forpleasar.t,  Lord,  are  allthyu  avs, 
And  all  thy  paths  are  paths  of  pe-^ce. 
372.     S.  M. 
Evening-  hymn. 

1  fSl HE  day  is  past  and  gone, 

JL     The  ev'ning  shades  appear; 
Oh,  may  Paver  keep  in  mind, 
The  night  of  death  draws  near. 

2  I  lay  my  garments  by, 

Upon  my  bed  to  rest; 
So  death  will  soon  remove  me  hei  cc, 
And  le.iye  my  soul  undrest. 

3  Lord,  keep  me  safe  this  night, 

Secure  from  all  my  fears; 
May  angels  guard  me  while  I  sleep, 
1  ill  morning  light  appears. 

4  And  when  I  early  rise, 

To  view  th'  unwearied  sun, 
May  I  set  out  to  win  the  prize, 
And  after  glory  run: 

5  That  when  my  days  are  past, 

And  I  from  tide  remove^ 

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373,  374  EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

Lord,  I  may  in  thy  bosom  rest, 
The  bosom  of  thy  love. 

373.      C.  M. 

Evening. 

1  ¥ xNDULGENT  Father,  by  whose  carp 
JL   I've  pass'd  another  day, 

List  me  this  night  thy  mercy  share, 
And  teach  me  how  to  pray. 

2  Show  me  my  sins,  and  how  to  mourn 

My  guilt  before  thy  face; 
Birect  me,  L  -rd,  to  Christ  alone. 
And  save  me  by  thy  grace. 

3  Let  cac  h  returning  night  declare 

Tli-"     »kens  of  thy  love; 
And       iry  hour  thy  grace  prepare 
soil]  for  joys  above. 

4  And  when  on  earth  I  close  mine  eyes, 

To  sleep  in  death's  embrace, 
Let  me  to  heav'n  and  glory  rise, 
X'  enjoy  thy  smiling  face. 

374.     L.  M.        Steele* 
Evening  song. — Ps.  cxli.  2. 

1  f*i  RE  IT  God,  to  thee  my  ev'ning  song 
vTT  With  humble  gratitude  I  raise; 

Oh  let  thy  mercy  tune  my  tongue, 
And  fill  my  heart  with  lively  praise. 

2  My  days  unclouded  as  they  pi 

^ndfevery  gentle  roilibg "-femr, 
Are' monuments  of  woucrrous-^race. 
And  'witness  to  thy  love  and  pow'r. 
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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.  375,  376 ' 

3  Thy  love  and  pow'r,  celestial  Guard, 

Preserve  me  from  surrounding  harm; 
Can  danger  reach  me  while  the  Lord 
Extends  his  kind,  protecting  arm? 

4  Let  this  blest  hope  my  eye-lids  close; 

-With  sleep  refresh  my  feeble  frame; 
Safe  in  thy  care  may  I  repose, 

And  wake  with  praises  to  thy  name. 

375.  L.  M.         Collier. 
Evening-  song. 

1  ri^HE  night  shall  hear  me  raise  my  song, 

JL    And  in  her  silent  courts  my  tongue 
Shall  pour  the  solitary  lay 
F«r  all  the  mercies  of  the  day. 

2  Nor  will  my  God  disdain  to  hear 

The  sigh  I  breathe — the  fervent  pray'r; 
When,  sinking  to  oblivious  rest, 
1  seek  the  pillow  of  his  breast. 

3  And  when  the  blushing  morn  shall  rise. 
To  tinge  with  gold  the  eastern  skies; 
With  strength  renew'd,  my  thankful  lay 
Shall  hail  the  new-born  beams  of  day. 

376.  CM  Harrison. 
Saturday  night. 

1   T>EGONE,  my  worldly  cares,  away! 
JEI  Nor  dare  to  tempt  my  sight; 
Let  me  begin  th'  ensuing  day,. 
Before  I  end  this  night. 
£  Yes,  let  the  work  of  pray'r  and  praise 
Bmpley  my  keart  and  tonjue: 

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37 7      EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

Begin,  my  sonl!  thy  Sabbath  days 
Can  never  be  too  long-. 

3  Let  the  past  mercies  of  the  week 

Excite  a  grateful  frame; 
Nor  let  my  tongue  refuse  to  speak 
Some  good  of  Jesus'  name. 

4  On  wings  of  expectation  borne, 

My  hopes  to  heav'n  ascend; 
I  long  to  welcome  in  the  mora, 
The  day  with  thee  to  spend. 
377.     L.  M.         Stennett. 
The  Sabbath. 
1     A  NOTHER  six  days'  work  is  done, 
XI  Another  Sabbath  is  begun; 
Return,  my  soul,  enjoy  thy  rest, 
Improve  the  day  thy  God  has  blcss'd. 

I  Come,  bless  the  Lord,  whose  love  assigns 
So  sweat  a  rest  to  wearied  minds; 
Provides  an  antepastof  heaven, 
And  gives  this  day  the  food  of  seven. 

5  Oh  that  our  thoughts  ami  thanks  may  rise, 
As  grateful  incense  to  the.  skies; 

And  draw  from  heaven  thai  sweet  repose, 
Which  none,  but  he  that  feels  it,  knows. 

I  This  heavenly  calm,  within  the  breast, 
Is  the  dear  pledge  of  glorious  rest, 
Which  for  the  Church  of  God  remains. 
The  end  of  cares,  tire  end  of  pains 

>  In  holy  duties  let  the  day, 
In  holy  pleasure  pa*s  a#av; 
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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.  373  379 

How  sweet,  a  Sabbath  thus  to  spend, 
In  hope  of  one  that  ne'er  shall  end! 
378.     L.  M.         Dobell. 
Sabbath  morning: 

1  ^^OME,  dearest  Lord,  aad  bless  this  day, 
Vy  Comebear  ourtho'tsfrom  earth  away: 

.    Now  let  our  noblest  passions  rise 
With  ardour  to  their  native  skies. 

2  Come,  holy  Spirit,  all  divine, 
With  rays  of  light  upon  us  shine; 
And  let  our  waiting  souls  be  blest 
On  this  sweet  day  of  sacred  rest. 

Then  when  our  Sabbaths  here  are  o'er, 
And  we  arrive  on  Canaan's  shore, 
With  all  t:je  ransom'd  we  shall  spend 
A  Sabbath  which  shall  never  end. 
379.      L.  M. 
Asking  Christ's  presence  on  the  Sabbath. 
FOR  a  heart  to  praise  and  pray, 
To  spend  with  Christ  this  sacred  day! 
For  wingfs  of,faith  to  soar  above, 
And  clasp  las  feet  in  arms  of  love. 
I'd  hold  him  fast,  till  he  should  give 
A  word  of  grace,  and  bid  me  live; 
Fd  plead  his  blood  for  guilt  and  sin, 
Till  he  should  cleanse  from  every  stain.    . 
On  him,  whose  glories  lilt  the  skies, 
I'd  gaze  and  fix  my  wand'ring  eyes; 
Copy  his  beauties  on  my  heart, 
Till  love  transform  in  every  part. 

319 


330       EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

4  Ti3  he  can  clothe  my  naked  soul, 
And  by  a  word  can  make  me  whole; 
Send  peace  and  patience  to  the  mind, 
And  give  a  heart  to  God  resign'd. 
380.     C.  M.         Berridge. 
Sabbath  morning.— Psalm  cxviii.  24. 

1  ^fe^  this  sweet  morn  my  Lord  arose, 
V-r   Triumphant  o'er  the  grave! 

He  died  to  vanquish  all  my  foes, 
And  lives  again  to  save. 

2  [I  bless  the  Lord,  and  hail  the  morn, 

It  is  my  Lord's  own  day: 
And  faithful  souls  will  surely  scorn 
To  doz$  the  hours  away.} 

3  This  is  the  day  for  holy  rest; 

Yet  clouds  will  gather  soon, 
Except  my  Lord  become  my  guest-, 
And  put  my  harp  in  tune. 

4  No  heav'nly  fire  my  heart  can  raise 

Without  the  Spirit's  aid; 
His  breath  must  kindle  pray*r  and  praise. 
Or  I  am  cold  and  dead. 

5  Oh  all  the  flocks- thy  Spirit  pour, 

And  saving  health  convey; 
A  sweet,  refreshing  Sabbath show'r 
Will  make  them  sing  and  pray. 
$  Direct  thy  shepherds  how  to  feed 
The  flocks  of  thy  own  choice; 
Give  savour  to  the  heav'nly  breads 
And  bid  the  fold*  reioke 
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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.  381,  3C 

381.     C.  M. 
The  Sabbath. 

1  \fcT HEN,  on  the  third  auspicious  day. 

TV      While  yet  the  blushingdawn 
Shed  forth  its  earliest  smiling  ray 
To  gild  the  rising  morn; 

2  The  "holy  women"  sought  the  place 

Where  their  belov'd  was  laid, 
Where  shining  angels  prcach'd  the  gracd 
That  rais'd  him  from  the  dead; 

3  They  hasted  from  the  hallow M  ground > 

Where  his  dear  flesh  had  lain, 
To  tell  his  mourning  friends  around, 
That  Jesus  lives  again. 

4  This  day,  as  days  of  older  time, 

Is  one  of  heav'nly  joy, 
Good  tidings  reach  to  every  clime, 
And  every  tongue  employ. 

332.     P.  M.         NkedhaW* 

Going  to  Church. — Ps.  cxxii, 

1  "\^TTHAT  joy  possess'd  my  heart, 

»»     What  transport  did  I  feel, 

To  hsar  my  pious  friends 

Express  their  holy  zeal! 
To  Zion'shill  let  us  repair. 
To  pay  our  vows  and  worship  th 

2  How  pleasant 'tis  to  see 
The  thronging  tribes  ascend, 
With  holy  longing  there 
The  sacred  hours  to  spend! 

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333       EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

Where  God  records  his  gracious  name, 

His  saint  may  lay  their  humble  claim, 

3  For  Zion's peace  ye  saints, 
Your  fervent  pray 'rs  unite; 
Be  this  your  work  by  day — 
Yrour  pleasure  this  by  night: 

Zion,  thy  sons  which  love  thee  bes^,. 
Shall  in  thy  peace  be  greatly  blest 

4  Fop  our  dear  brethren's  pake, 
Zion,  we  wish  thee  peace; 
Prosper,  O  prosper  longv 
And  may  thy  sons  increase! 

We  seek  thy  good,  Ave  love  the  road' 
Which  leads  us  to  God's  blest  abode' 
303.     C.  M.         Brown. 
Evening-  of  the  Lord's  Day. 

1  T^REQUEJNT  the  day  of  God  retur$ 
JL      To  shed  its  quick'ning  beanisj 
And  yet  how  si o^devotion burns, 

How  feanguid  are  its  flames! 

2  Accept  ear  faint  attempts  to  love — 

Our  frailties, Lord ,  forgave; 
We  would  be  like  thy  saints  above. 
And  praise  thee  while  we  live. 

3  Increase,  O  Lord,  ourfaith  and  hope, 

And  fit  us  to  ascend, 
Where  the  assembly  ne'er  breaks  up, 
The  Sabbath  ne'er  shall  end ; 

4  Where  we  shall  breathe  in  heav'nly  air*. 

With  heav'nly  lustre  ehinc; 
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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.  3C4  3S5 

Befere  the  throne»of  God  appear, 
And  feast  on  love  divine. 

304.     L.  M.         Doddridge:. 
The  Eternal  Sabbulh.—Ueb.  iv.  9. 

1  rip  HINE  earthly  Sabbaths, Lord,  we lov§, 

_i_     But  there's  a  nobler  rest  above; 
To  that  our  longing  souls  aspire. 
With  ardent  pangs  of  strong  desire. 

2  No  more  fatigue,  no  more  distress, 
Nor  sin  nor  hell  shall  reach  the  place; 
No  groans  to  mingle  with  the  songs. 
Which  warble  from  immortal  tongues, 

3  No  rude  alarms  of  raging  foes; 
No  cares  to  break  the  long  repose; 
No  midnight  shade,  no  clouded  sun, 
Obscures  the  lustre  of  thy  throne. 

4  Around  thy  throne,  grant  we  may  meet, 
And  give  us  but  the  lowest  seat; 

We'll  shout  thy  praise,  and  join  the  song 
Of  the  triumphant,  holy  throng. 
385.     C.  M. 
Meditation  in  the  night. 

1  fT^HY  daily  mercies,  O  my  God, 

JL    My  waking  thoughts  employ; 
And  while  I  meditate  on  thee, 
My  heart  is  fill'd  with  joy. 

2  Thou  giv'st  me  rest  upon  my  bed, — 

Soft  slumbers  to  my  eyes; 
Thy  goodness  is  again  renew'd, 
When  in  the  morn  I  rise. 


)QG        EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

J  Throughout  the  biasness  of  the  day. 

Thine  arm  docs  me  uphold; 
Amidst  the  darkness  of  the  night, 

Thy  presence  makes  me  bold. 
t  Whether  in  sickness  or  in  health, 

Thy  grilce  does  me  sustain; 
Let  me,  O  Lord,  enjoy  thyself. 

And  I  shall  ne'er  complain. 
Although  my  fields  no  meat  afford, 

Nor  vineyard  yield  increase, 
In  thee,  my  Saviour  and  my  God, 

To  joy,  1  svilimofccease. 
Av  length,  when  thou  dost  oall  to  go, 

And  bid  me  earth  resign, 
Joyful  ril  leave  my  all  below, 

To  be  forever  thine. 

306.      C.  M. 
Winter. 
QEE,  how  rude  winter's  icy  hand 
O  Has  strfpp'd  the  verdant  ground, 
But  spring  will  soon  his  rage  withstand, 
And  spread  new  beaut  tes  round. 

My  soul  a  sharper  winter  mourns, 

And  fruitless  I  remain; 
When  will  the  gentle  spring  return 
The  graces  grow  again? 

my  glorious  Sun,  arise — ■ 
This  frozen  heart  remove: 
O,  hush  these  storms,  and  clear  my  skies. 
•\nd  kt  me  feel  thy  love! 
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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.  387,  388 
337.     CM.         Newton. 
Springy  or  return  of  joy. 
4  T  length  the  wish'd  for  spring  has  come: 
A.  How  alter'd  is  the  scene! 

The  trees  and  shrubs  arcdrest  in  bloom, 
The  earth  array M  in  green. 
I  see  ray  Saviour  from  on  high. 

Break  through  the  clouda  and  shine; 
No  creature  now  more  blest  than  1,  '". 

No  song  mere  loud  than  mine. 
Thy  word  does  all  my  hopes  revive. 

It  overcomes  my  foes; 
It  makes  my  languid  graces  thrive 
And  blossom  like  the  rose. 
4  Dear  Lord,  a  monument  I  stand, 
Of  what  thy  grace  can  do; 
Uphold  me  by  thy  gracious  hand, 
Each  changing  season  through. 

3&3.     L.  M.         Strong. 
Summer,  or  the  great  Harvest. — Matt.xiii.  39. 

1  FTPHE  summer  harvest  spreads  the  field, 

A    Mark — how  the  whitening  hills  are 

turn'd! 
Behold  them  to  the  reapers  yield;- — 

The  wheat  is sav'd — the  tares  are  burn'd. 

2  Thus  the  great  Judge,  with  glory  crown'd, 

Descends  to  reap  the  ripen'd  earth! 
Angelic  guards  attend  him  down, 
The  same  who  sang  his  humble  birth. 

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339       EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

3  In  sounds  of  glory  hear  him  speak, 

"Go  search  around  the  flaming  world; 
Haste — call  my  saints  to  rise  and  take 
The    seats  from  which  their  foes  were 
hurl'd. 

4  Go,  burn  the  chaff  in  endless  fire, 

In  flames  unqueftch'd,  consume  each  tare^ 
Sinners  must  feel  my  holy  ire, 

And  sink  in  guilt  to  deep  despair.*' 

5  Thus  ends  the  harvest  of  the  earth: — 

Angels  obey  the  awful  voice; 
They  save  the  wheat,  they  burn  the  chaff; 
Ail  hcave'n  approves  the  sovereign  choice. 

389.     L,  M.         Doddridge* 
The  Seasons. — Ps.  lxv.  11. 

1  fin  HE  flowery  spring,  at  God's  command, 

jL     Perfumes  the  air,  and  paints  the  land; 
The  summer  rays  with  vigor  shine. 
To  raise  the  corn,  and  cheer  the  vine. 

2  His  hand  in  autumn  richly  pours, 
Through  all  her  coasts,  redundant  stores-. 
And  winters,  soften'd  by  his  care, 

No  more  the  face  of  horror  wear. 

3  Seasons  and  months,  and  weeks,  and  days,, 
Demand  successive  songs  of  praise; 

And  be  the  cheerful  homage  paid, 
Withmorning  light  and  ev'ning  shade. 
And  O,  may  each  harmonious  tongue 
In  worlds  unknown  the  praise  prolong; 
3-2G 


EVANGELICAL  HYMN3.       3&0 

And  in  those  brighter  courts  adore, 
Where  days  and  years  revolve  no  more. 

390,     L.  M.         Shoveller. 
JVev)-  Year. 

5    F>LE8T  be  th'  Eternal  Infinite! 

X3  Whose  skill  conducts  this  rolling  sphere  > 
Who  rules  our  day,  who  guards  our  night, 
And  guides  the  swift,  revolving  year! 

2  Onr  race  are  falling  every  hour, 

While  we  distinguished  yet  appear; 
'Tis  of  thy  matchless  love  and  pow'r 
That  we  arespar'd  another  year. 

3  Oh  for  a  sweet  refreshing  time! 

Father!  thy  children  wish  thea  near; 
Come,  and  our  joys  shall  be  sublime, 
While  we  begin  another  year. 

4  Strengthen  our  faith,  increase  our  love} 

Fill  us  with  gfodly,  filial  fear; 
And  to  thy  waiting  children  prove 

Thy  grace  through  every  fleeting  year. 

5  This  truth  impress  on  every  soul, 

That  vast  eternity  is  near — 

That  time's  swift  moments  onward  roll, 

To  bring  the  last — the  closing  yt 
■ ,  ■  I 

8  When  nature  in  a  blaze  shall  die, 

Or  death  conclude  our  being  here, 
Then  to  our  Jesus  may  we  fly, 
To  spend  a  never-ending  year 

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301,  392  EVANGELICAL  HYMNS* 

391.     7s.         Newton. 
J\'ew-Year.~ Jer.  xxviii.  16. 
1   "IT   O!  another  year  is  gone! 

JLj  Quickly  have  the  seasons  pass'dj 
This  we  enter  now  upon, 

Will  to  many  prove  their  last. 
-2  Some,  we  now  no  longer  see, 

Who  their  mortal  race  have  run, 
Seem'd  as  fair  for  life  as  we, 
When  the  former  year  begun. 
'J  Some,  (but  who,  God  only  knows,) 
That  are  here  assembled  now, 
Ere  the  present  year  shall  close. 
To  the  stroke  of  death  must  bow, 

4  If  from  guilt  and  sin  set  free, 

By  the  knowledge  of  thy  grace, 
Welcome,  then,  the  call  will  be, 
To  depart,  and  see  thy  face. 
a  To  thy  saints,  while  here  below, 

With  new  years  new  mercies  come; 

But  the  happiest  year  they  know, 

Is  their  last,  which  leads  them  home. 

392.     C.  M.         Newton. 

jVew-  Year. 

NOW,  gracious  Lord,  thine  arm  reveal, 
Andmake  thy  glory  known; 
Now  let  us  all  thy  presence  feel, 
And  soften  hearts  of  stone. 

:  From  all  the  guilt  of  former  sin, 

3VI  ay  mercy  set  Us  free; 

22Z 


EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.       393 

And  let  the  year  we  now  begin, 
Begin  and  end  with  thee. 

3  Send  down  thy  Spirit  from  above, 

That  saints  may  love  thee  more; 
And  sinners  now  may  learn  to  love. 
Who  never  lov'd  before. 

4  And  when  before  thee  we  appear, 

In  our  eternal  home, 
May  growing  numbers  worship  here, 
And.praise  thee  in  our  room. 
393.     CM.         Watts. 
Life  and  Eternity. 

1  rjPIHEE  we  adore,  eternal  name! 

JL     And  humbly  own  to  thee, 

How  feeble  is  our  mortal  frame, 

What  dying  worms  are  we! 

2  Our  wasting  lives  grow  shorter  still, 

As  months  and  days  increase; 

And  every  beating  pulse  we  tell, 

Leaves  but  the  number  less. 

3  The  year  rolls  round,  and  steals  away 

The  breath  that  first  it  gave; 

Whate'er  we  do,  Avhere'er  we  be, 

We're  (raveling  to  the  grave. 

4  Dangers  stand  thick  through  all  the  ground; 

To  push  us  to  the  tomb; 
And  fierce  diseases  wait  around, 
To  hurry  mortals  home. 

5  Great  God!  on  what  a  slender  thread 

Hang  everlasting  things! 

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S94       EVANGELICAL  HYMxM 

Th' eternal  state  of  all  the  dead, 
Upon  life's  feeble  strings! 

6  Infinite  joy,  or  endless  woe. 

Attend  on  every  breath; 
And  yet  how  unconcern 'd  we  go, 
Upon  the  brink  of  death!  - 

7  Waken,  O  Lord,  our  drowsy  sense, 

To  walk  this  dangerous  road; 

And  if  our  souls  arc  hurried  hence, 

May  they  be  found  with  God-. 

394.     P.  M. 
,  The  swiftness  of  time. — Job  vii.  6. 

MY  days,  my  weeks,  my  months,  my  years, 
Fly  rapid  as  the  whirling  spheres 
Around  the  steady  pole: 
Time,  like  the  tide,  its  motion  keeps, 
Till  I  must  launch,  through  boundless  (jeeps, 
Where  endless  ages  roll. 

2  The  grave  is  near  the  cradle  seen; 
The  moments  swiftly  pass  between, 

And  whisper  as  they  fly, 
Unthinking  man,  remember  this, 
Though  fond  of  sublunary  bliss, 

Thou  soon  must  gasp  and  die. 

3  My  soul  attend  the  solemn  call; 
Thine  earthly  tent  must  quickly  fall, 

And  thou  must  take  thy  flight, 
Beyond  the  vast  expansive  blue 
To  sing  and  love  as  angels  do. 

Or  sink  in  endless  night. 
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EVANGELICAL  HtfMKS,        394 

4  Immortal  bliss,  or  endless  woe, 
Hangs  on  this  inch  of  time  below, 

On  this  precarious  breath: 
The  Lord  of  nature  only  knows 
Whether  another  year  shall  close 

Ere  I  expire  in  death.     : 

5  Long  ere  the  seasons  roll  around 
I  may  be  buried  underground, 

And  there  in  silence  rot: 
Alas!  one  hour  may  close  the  scene, 
And  ere  twelve  months  shall  roll  between 

My  name  be  quite  forgot. 

6  But  will  my  soul  be  then  extinct, 
And  cease  to  live,  and  cease  to  think! 

It  cannot,  cannot  be: 
Though  my  immortal  cannot  die; 
What  wilt  thou  do,  or  whither  fly, 

When  death  shall  set  thee  free? 

7  Will  mercy  then  its  arms  extend! 
Will  Jesus  be  thy  guardian  friend, 

And  heaven  thy  dwelling  place? 
Or  shall  insulting  fiends  appear, 
To  drag  thee  down  to  dark  despair, 

Beyond  the  reach  of  grace! 

8  A  heaven  and  hell,  and  these  alone, 
Beyond  the  present  life  are  known; 

There  is  no  middle  state: 
To-day  attend  the  coil  divine; 
To  morrow  may  be  none  of  thine, 

Or  it  may  be  too  late. 

33? 


395       EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

9  Thy  fleeting  time  improve,  redeem; 
Vast  is  the  change,  whate'er  it  seem 

To  poor  unthinking  men: 
Lord  at  thy  footstool  1  would  bow; 
Bid  conscience  tell  me  plainly  now 

What  it  would  tell  me  then. 

10  If  in  destruction's  road  1  stray, 
Help  me  to  choose  a  better  way, 

That  leads  to  joys  on  high: 
Thy. grace  impart,  my  guilt  forgive;. 
Nor  ever  let  me  dare  to  live 

Such  as  I  dare  not  die. 

395.     6,  11. 
The  swiftness  of  time. 

1  F|MME  swiftly  is  flying, 

s     And  mortals  are  dying; 
To  tli'  invisible  world  all  soon  must  depart 

The  seasons  are  rolling; 

Jehovah  is  calling, 
"O  sinner,  return,  and  give  me  your  heart." 

2  If  time  be  a  treasure, 
There's  none  for  vain  pleasure; 

Look  up  to  the  giver  with  faith's  stedfast  dye; 

Believe  on  that  Jesus, 

Who  once  died  to  save  us; 
Your  moments  improve;  for  eternity's  nigh. 

3  My  sou}  starts  with  wonder 
To  think  how  the  thunder 

Creation  shall  shake  when  the  Judge  shall  ap- 
pear: 
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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.  396,  397 

Time  shall  be  no  longer, 

To  aged  or  younger;  [hear. 

The  whole  race  of  Adam  their  sentence  shall 
4  Mankind  are  divided, 

All  cases  decided; 
Poor  sinners  are  hound  in  the  dungeon  of  hell; 

But  Messed  be  Jesus, 

Most  worthy  of  praises; 
His  people  in  mansions  of  glory  shall  dwell. 

396.     C.  M.         Berridge. 
Marriage. 

1  Jj^IN CE  Jesus  freely  did  appear 
^  To  grace  a  marriage  feast; 

O  Lord,  we  ask  thy  presence  here. 
To  make  a  wedding  guest. 

2  Upon  the  bridal  pair  look  down, 

Who  now  have  plighted  hands; 
Their  union  with  thy  favor  crown, 
And  bless  the  nuptial  bands. 
::  In  purest  love  these  souls  unite. 
That  they  with  christian  care, 
May  make  domestic  burdens  light, 
By  taking  mutual  share. 
\   And  when  that  solemn  hour  shall  come. 
And  life's  short  space  be  o'er; 
May  they  in  triumph  reach  that  home- 
Where  they  shall  part  no  more. 
397.     L.  M.         Lee. 
Marriage. 
\  "VJC7TTH  grateful  hearts  and  tuneful  lays, 
▼  r     We  bow  before  th'  Eternal  throne, 

333 


3D3      EVANGELICAL  HYMNS, 

And  offer  up  our  humlsle  praise, 
To  Him  whose  name  is  God  alone. 

2  On  this  auspicious  eve,  draw  near, 

And  shed  thy  richest  blessings  down;: 
Fill  every  heart  with  love  sincere, 
And  ail  thy  faithful  mercies  crown. 

3  Grant  now  thy  presence,  gracious  Lord, 

And  hearken  to  our  fervent  p-ray'r; 
The  nuptial  vow  in  heav'n  record, 
And  bless  the  newly  married  pair. 

4  Oh  guide  them  safe,  this  desert  through, 

'Mid  all  the  cares  of  life  and  love; 
At  length  with  joy  thy  face  to  view, 
in  iairer,  better  worlds  above. 
398.     L.  M.          Steele. 
Th  e  short  ness  of  time  an  djh  •ailty  qfm  an. —  Ps .  2  0 . 

1  a  LMIGHTY  Maker  of  my  frame, 
_/jL  Teach  me  the  measure  of  my  days; 
Teacfe  me  to  know  how  frail  X  am, 

And  spend  the  remnant  to  thy  praise 

2  My  days  are  shorter  than  a  span, 

A  little  point  my  life  appears, 
How  frail  at  best  is  dying  man! 

How  vain  are  alibis  hopes  and  fears! 

3  Vain  his  ambition,  noise,  and  show! 

Vain  are  the  cares  which  rack  his  mind' 
He  heaps  up  treasures  mix'd  with  woe, 
And  dies  and  leaves  them  all  behind. 

4  Oh  be  a  nobler  portion  mine! 

My  God,  I  bow  before  thy  throne; 
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EVANGELrCAL  HYMNS.       309 

Earth's  fleeting  treasures  I  'resign, 
And  fix  my  hopes  on  thee  alone. 

399.     C.  M.         Hoskixs. 
Time  is  short. — 1  Cor.  vii.  29. 

1  rip  HE  time  is  short!  the  season  near 

JL     When  death  will  us  remove; 
To  leove  our  friends,  however  dear, 
And  all  we  fondly  love.. 

2  The  time  is  short!  sinners  beware,. 

I\or  trifle  time  away; 
The  word  of  great  salvation  hear, 
While  it  is  calFd  to-day., 
'. 

3  The  time  is  short!  ye  rebels,  now 

To  Cueist  the  Lord  submit; 
To  mercy's  golden  sceptre  bow,,    ' 
And  fall  at  Jesus' feet.. 

4  The  time  is  short!  ye  saints  rejoice — 

The  Lord  will  quickly  come: 
Soon  shall  you  hear  the  Bridegroom's  voice, 
To  call  you  to  your  home. 

5  The  time  is  short'  it  swiftly  files — 

The  hour  is  just  at  hand, 
Wvhenwe  shall  mount  above  the  skies, 
And  reach  the  wish'd-for  land. 

'•  time  k  short!  the  moment  near; 
When  .we  shall  dwell  above; 
And  be  forever  happy  there, 
With  Jesus,  whom  we  love, 

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400,401  EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

400.     CM.        Crude*. 
Death,—. feci.  ix.  10. 
I   |^OME,  O  my  soul,  look  up  and  see 
V_y  How  swift  the  moments  run! 
Swift  as  the  wheel  of  time  whirls  round 
My  closing  day  brings  on, 

2  [Some  busy  hand,  perhaps,  this  hour, 

Is  weaving  fast  my  shroud; 
Soon  hoary  winter  will  draw  on, 
And  freeze  life's  vital  flood.] 

3  Few  clocks,  for  aught  I  know,  may  strike , 

Before  my  funeral  knell, 
Which,  by  its  doleful  sounding  tongue. 
Shall  my  departure  tell. 

4  When  the  grim  king  of  terrors  calls, 

May  I  triumphant  stand; 
And  find  my  Saviour  then  my  friend, 
To  guide  me  with  his  hand. 

5  Then  shall  my  spirit  soar  away 

To  hcav'n  and  see  his  face; 
And  sing,  with  all  the  ransonrd  throng, 
The  wonders  of  his  grace. 

401.     L.  M.         Brown. 
Sickness  and  Death. 

1  1%/f  Y  soul,  the  minutes  haste  away, 
ItJL  Apace  comes  on  th' important  day. 
When,  in  the  icy  arms  of  death, 

I  must  give  up  my  vital  breath. 

2  Look  forward  to  the  moving  scent: 
How  wilt  thou  be  affectrd  then! 

V>'3o 


EVANGELICAL  HYMNS,       40: 

When  from  en  high  some  sharp  disease 
Resistless  shall  my  vitals  seize- 
When  all  the  springs  of  life  are  low, 
The  spirits  faint,  the  pulses  slow; 
The  eyes  grow  dim  and  short  the  breath, 
The  tokens  of  approaching  death. 

When  clammy  sweats  through  every  part, 
Show  life's  retreating  te  the  heart; 
its  last  resistance  there  to  make, 
And  then  the  breathless  frame  forsake. 
When  vast  eternity's  in  sight; 
The  brightest  day,  the  blackest  night; 
One  shock  will  break  the  building  down, 
And  iet  thee  into  worlds  unknown. 
Oh  come,  my  soul,  the  matter  weigh! 
How  wilt  thou  leave  thy  kindred  clay, 
And  how  the  unknown  regions  try, 
And  launch  into  eternity! 

402,     C.  M.        Addison. 
The  Christian's  Hope. 
^^T  HEN,  rising  from  the  bed  of  death. 

V  *      O'erwhelm'd  with  guilt  and  fear, 
I  see  my  Maker,  face  to  face, 
O  how  shall  I  appear! 

If  yet,  while  pardon  may  be  found, 

And  mercy  maj  besought, 
My  heart  with  inward  horror  shrinks, 

And  trembles  at  the  thought; 
When  thou,  O  Lord,  shalt  stand  disclose 

Insaajesty  severe, 

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403       EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

And  sit  in  judgment  on  my  soul, 
O  how  shall  I  appear! 

4  But  thou  hast  told  the  troubled  mind. 
Who  does  her  sins  lament, 
An  interest  in  the  Saviour  Christ 
Shall  endless  woe  prevent. 
9  Give  me  that  sorrow  of  the  heart, 
Ere  yet  it  be  too  late; 
And  hear  my  Saviour's  dying  groans;. 
His  sorrows  will  have  weight. 
6  For  never  shall  my  soul  despair 
Her  pardon  to  procure, 
Who  knows  thy  only  Son  has  died. 
To  make  her  pardon  sure. 
403.     S.-M. 
The  anxious  inquiry*. 

AND  am  I  born  to  die? 
To  lay  this  body  down? 
And  must  my  trembling. spirit  fly 
Into  a  world  unknown? 

2  A  land  of  deepest  shade, 

Unpierc'd  by  human  thought; 
The  dreary  regions  of  the  dead, 
Where  all  things  are  forgot. 

3  Soon  as  from  earth  I  go, 

What  will  become  of  me! 
Eternal  happiness  or  woe 
Must  then  my  portion  be. 

4  Wak'dby  the  trumpet's  sound, 

i  from  my  tomb  must  rise , 
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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.       404 

And  see  the  Judge  with  glory  crownNL 

And  see  the  flaming  skies! 
How  shall  I  leave  the  tomb! 

With  triumph,  or  regret! 
A  fearful  or  a  joyful  doom, 

A  curse  or  blessing-  meet. 

I  must  from  God  be  driv'n, 

Or  with  my  Saviour  dwell: 
Mast  come,  at  his  command,  to  heav'n.. 

Or  else  depart  to  hell. 
Who  can  resolve  the  doubt 

That  tears  my  anxious  breast! 
Shall  I  be  with  the  damnM  castout* 
Or  number'd  with  the  bleat? 
8  Oh  thou  that  wouldst  not  have 
One  wretched  sinner  die, 
Who  died'st  thyself,  my  soul  to 
From  endless  misery; 
>-  Show  me  the  way  to  slum 

Thy  dreadful  wrath  severe, 
That  when  thou  comeston  thy  throne, 
I  may  with  joy  appear. 
404.     L.  M. 
For  me  to  die  is  gain. — Phil.  i.  21 . 

1  fpiIEE  I  adore,  Eternal  pow'r! 

JL    And  humbly  bow  before  thy  throne; 
Be  near  me  at  my  dying  hour, 

Then  shed  thy  kindest  influence  dovrn, 

2  My  sins,  most  humbly,  T  confess, 

My  sins  against  both  light  and  love; 

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405      EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

Oh  let  thy  sovereign — pard'ning  grace, 
Those  sins  forgive — my  guilt  remove. 

3  Jesus!  on  thy  atoning  blood, 

My  fondest — firmest  hopes  depend; 
In  every  trial,  O  my  God! 

Thy  heav'nly  consolations  lend. 

4  With  thee, — Redeemer  of  my  soul! 

Let  not  the  world  my  heart  divide; 

Each  rash, — imhallow'd  thought  control, 

And.  to  thyself  my  footsteps  guide. 

5  On  thy  dear  bosom  may  I  lie, 

When  sinking  in  the  arms  of  death; 
To  thee  direct  my  closing  eye, 

And  praise  thee  with  my  latest  breath. 
405.     C.  M.         Collyer. 
1  Sam.  xv.  32. 

1  "in^THEN,  bending  o'er  the  brink  of  lift 

U      My  trembling  soul  shall  stand, 
Waiting  to  pafcs  death's  awippl  flood. 
Great  God,  at  thy  command! 

2  When  weeping  friends  surround  by  bed. 

And  close  my  sightless  eye-; 
When  sliattef' d  by  rue  weight  of  years 
This  broken  body  lies: 

3  Wrhen  every  long-lov'd  scene  of  life 

Stands  ready  to  depart; 
When  the  last  sigh  that  shakes  the  frame 
Shall  rend  this  bursting  heart: 

4  O,  thou  great  Source  of  joy  supreme, 

W  hose  arm  alon«  can  sayo, 
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EVANGELICAL  HYlffPSh        40G 

Dispel  the  darkness  that  surrounds 

The  entrance  to  the  grave! 
Lay  thy  supporting  gentle  hand 

Beneath  my  sinking  head; 
And,  with  a  ray  of  love  divine, 

Illume  my  dying  bed! 

Leaning  on  thy  dear  faithful  brer 

May  1  resign  my  breath! 
And,  in  thy  fund  embraces,  lo%e 

"The  bitterness  of  death:"' 

406.      L.  M. 
There  the  w iqked  cease from  troubling-,  4c— < 

Job  iii.  17. 
i  TT\E  ATH  and  the  grave  are  doleful  themes., 
-MJ   For  sinful,  mortal  worms  to  sing, 
Unless  a  Saviour's  sweeter  beams 

Dispel  the  gloom  and  touch  the  string. 
Yet,  dearest  Lord,  when  view'd  in  thee, 

Death  and  the  grave  lose  all  their  drea  1 ; 
There  all  his  frightful  horrors  flee, 

And  joy  surrounds  a  dying  bed. 
The  grave  is  now  a  favor'd  spot; 

To  saints  its  deepest  gloom  is  bless'd; 
For  there  the  wicked  trouble  not, 
And  there  the  weary  are  at.  rest. 
4  At  rest  in  Jesus'  faithful  arms; 
At  rest  as  in  a  peaceful  bed; 
Secure  from  all  the  dreadful  storms, 
Which  round  this  sinful  world  are  spread. 

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407       EVANGELICAL  HYMNS, 

5  Thrice  happy  souls  wbo're  gone  before. 

To  that  inheritance  divine; 
They  labor,  sorrow,  sigh  no  more, 
But  bright  in  endless  glory  shine. 

6  Then  let  our  mournful  tears  be  dry. 

Or  in  a  gentle  measure  flow; 
We  hail  them  happy  in  the  sky, 
And  joyful  wait  our  call  to  go. 
407.     L.  M.         Newton. 
The  tolling  belt. 

1  |pfeET  as  the  bell,  with  solemn  toll, 
\-r    Speaks  the  departure  of  a  soul, 
Let  each  one  ask  himself,  "Am  I 
Prepard,  should  I  be  call'd  to  die!'' 

2  Only  this  frail  and  fleeting  breath 
Preserves  me  from  the  jaws  of  death; 
Soon  as  it  fails,  at  once  I'm  gone, 
And  plung'd  into  a  world  unknown. 

3  Then,  leaving  all  I  lov'd  below, 
To  God's  tribunal  I  must  go; 

Must  hear  the  Judge  pronounce  my  fate, 
And  fix  my  everlasting  state. 

4  Lord  Jesus!  help  me  now  to  flee, 
And  seek  my  hope  alone  in  thee; 
Apply  thy  blood,  thy  Spirit  give, 
Subdue  my  sins,  and  let  me  live. 

5  Then  when  the  solemn  bell  I  hear, 
If  sav'd  from  guilt,  I  peed  not  fear; 
Nor  would  the  thought  distressing  be3 
Perhaps  it  next  may  toll  forme. 

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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.  403,  409 

408.     C.  M.         Newton. 
The  death  of  a  believer. 

IN  vain  my  fancy  strives  to  paint 
The  moment  after  death, 
The  glories  that  surround  a  saint, 

When  yielding  up  his  breath. 
One  gentle  sigh  his  fetters  breaks; 
We  scarce  can  say  '-he's  gone!" 
Before  the  willing  spirit  takes 
Its  mansion  near  the  throne. 

Faith  strives,  but  all  its  efforts  fail, 

To  trace  the  spirit's  flight; 
No  eye  can  pierce  within  the  veil 

Which  hides  the  world  of  light. 

Thus  much  (and  this  is  all)  we  know, 

Saints  are  completely  blest; 
Have  done  with  sin,  and  care,  and  woe 

And  with  their  Saviour  rest. 
On  harps  of  gold  they  praise  his  came, 

HxS  face  they"  always  view; 
Then  let  us  followers  be  of  them, 

That  we  may  praise  him  too. 
409.      C.  M. 
Funeral  of  a  faithful  minister. 

FAR  from  affliction,  toil,  and  care, 
The  happy  soul  is  fled; 
The  breathless  clay  shall  slumber  here, 
Among  the  biient  dead. 

The  gospel  was  his  joy  and  song, 
E'en  to  his  latest  breath; 

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410       EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

The  truth  he  had  proclaim'd  so  long 
Was  his  support  in  death. 

3  Now  he  resides  where  Jesus  is, 

Above  this  dusky  sphere; 
His  soul  was  ripen'd  for  that  bliss, 
While  yet  he  sojourn'd  here. 

4  The  Church's  loss  we  all  deplore, 

And  shed  the  falling  tear; 
Since  we  shall  see  his  face  no  more, 
Till  Jesus  shall  appear. 

we  are  hasting  to  the  tomb; 
i   n  ay  we  ready  stand! 
n,  dearest  Lord,  receive  us  home, 
_  o  dwell  at  thy  right  hand. 

410.     L.  M.         Collyer. 
EccL  xii.  7. 
OxVi  his  low  bed  of  mortal  dust, 
Escap'd  the  prison  of  his  clay, 
aew  inhabitant  of  bliss, 
heav'n  directs  his  wondrous  way. 
e  fields,  that  witnessM  once  his  tears, 
Ye  winds,  that  wafted  oft  his  sighs, 
Ye  mountains,  where  he  breath'd  his  prayV? 
When  sorrow's  shadows  veiPd  his  eyes. 

3  No  more  the  weary  pilgrim  mourns, 

No  more  affliction  wrings  his  heart; 
Th'  i.nfetter'd  soul  to  God  returns — 
Forever  he^nd  anguish  part! — 

4  Receive, O  earth,  his  faded  form, 

In  thy  cold  bosom  let  it  lie; 
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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.       411 

Safe  let  it  rest  from  every  storm — 
Soon  must  it  rise  no  more  tp  die! 

411.     L.  M.         Tappan. 

Funeral  of  a  faithful  minister. 
PIRIT!  arise— tis  blest  to  go, 
When  skiey  visions  call  away; 
Dust!  seek  the  grave — there  spices  flow, 
There  gushes  out  Redemption's  ray. 

God  of  the  flaming  steeds  and  car! 

We  tremble  at  our  father's  call: 
And,  weeping,  watch  his  flight  afar. 

And  see  th'  ungather'd  mantle  fail*. 

Weep  ye!  O  weep  your  leader  gone; 

Yet  mark  the  way  that  prophet  trod; 
Through  peril's  path  he  wander'd  on, 

Till,  lost  to  man,  he's  found  with  God. 

What  glories  hover'd  o'er  his  bed! 

What  music  linger'd  on  his  ear! 
He  saw  whose  hand  sustain'd  his  head, 

He  knew  the  voice  that  cabn'd  his  fear. 

Wouldst  die  like  him] — Live  thou  the  life 

Of  holy  hope,  of  love  divine; 
And  faint  not  in  the  weary  strife; 

Thou  wilt  not,  if  his  life  be  thine. 

Deny  me  not! — I  ask  with  awe — 

Giveme,  O  Lord! — thou  hast  the  power — ■ 

The  bright  apocalypse  he  saw, 

In  nature's  weakest,  mightiest  hour. 

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412,413  EVANGELICAL  HYMNS 

412.     7s.         Montgomery. 
Death  of  a  Minister. 
\*  QPIRIT!  leave  thine  house  of  clay, 
^  Lingering  dust!  resign  thy  breath; 
Spirit!  cast  thy  chains  away; 

Dust! — be  thou  dissolv'd  m  death. 
St  Pris'ner,  long  detained  below; 

Pris'ner,  now  with  freedom  blest; 
Welcome,  from  a  world  of  woe. 
Welcome  to  aland  of  rest! 

3  All  along  this  vale  of  tears, 

Which  his  humble  footsteps  trod, 
See  a  shining  path  appears 

Where  the  mourner  walk'd  with  God-. 

4  But  his  Master  from  above, 

When  the  promis'd  hour  was  come, 
Sent  the  chariot  of  his  love 

To  convey  the  wand'rer  home. 

5  Grave!  the  guardian  of  his  dust, 

Grave!  the  treasury  of  the  skies, 
Every  atom  of  thy  trust 

Rests  in  hope  again  to  rise. 

6  Hark! — the  judgment  trumpet  calls — ■ 

"Soul!  rebuild  thine  house  of  clay; 
Immortality  thy  Walls, 
And  eternity  thy  day!" 

41.3.       8s.         C.  Wesley. 
'Death  of  a  Brother. — Rev.  xiv.  13. 
1   TTTOW  blest  is  our  brother,  bereft 
JOL  Of  all  that  could  burden  his  miod! 
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-EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.       41 

How  easy  the  soul  that  hath  left 
This  wearisome  body  behind! 

This  earth  is  affected  no  more 

With  sickness,  or  shaken  with  pain; 

The  war  in  the  members  is  o'er, 
And  never  shall  vex  him  again. 

[This  languishing  head  is  at  rest; 

Its  thinking  and  aching  are  o'er; 
This  quiet,  immoveable  breast, 

Isheav'd  by  affliction  no  more.] 
This  heart  is  no  longer  the  seat 

Of  trouble  and  torturing  pain; 
It  ceases  to  flutter  aEd  beat — 

It  never  shall  flutter  again: 

The  lids  that  he  seldom  could  clo-,0 

By  sorrows  forbidden  to  sleep, 
SeaFd  up  in  the  sweetest  repose, 

Have  strangely  forgotten  to  weep. 
These  fountains  can  yield  no  supplies; 

These  hollows  from  water  are  free; 
The  tears  are  all  wip'd  from  these  eyes, 

And  evils  they  never  shall  see. 

[To  mourn  and  to  suffer  is  mine, 

While  bound  in  a  prison  I  breathe; 
And  still  for  deliverance  pine, 

And  press  to  the  issues  of  death.] 
What  now  with  my  tears  I  bedew, 

Oh  might  I  tins  moment  become; 
My  spirit  created  anew, 

My  flesh  be  consigned  to  the  tomb, 

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414       EVANGELIC  AT.  HYMNS 

414.      8sf« 
Death  of  a  sister. —  Rev.  xiv.  13 
1  71^1  S  finish'dl.the  conflict  is  past, 
m.    The  ueav'n-born  spirit  is  fled , 
Her  wish  is  accomplish^  at  last, 

And  now  she's  entomb'd  with  the  dead. 
The  months  of  affliction  are  c 

The  days  and  the  nights  of  dist , 
We  see  her  in  anguish  no  more — 
She's  gained  her  happy  release. 

'2  No  sickness,  or  sorrow,  or  pain. 

Shall  ever  disquiet  her  now: 
For  death  to  her  spirit  was  gain, 

Since  Christ  was  her  life  w  hen  hvl 
Her  soul  has  now  taken  its  flight 

To  mansions  of  glory  above, 
To  mingle  with  angels  of  light, 

And  dwell  in  the  kingdom  of  love. 

3  The  victory  now  is  obtain'd; 

She's  gone  her  dear  Saviour  to  see; 
Her  wiskes  she  fully  has  gain'd — 

She's  now  where  she  longed  to  be. 
The  coffin,  the  shroud,  and  the  grave, 

To  her  were  no  objects  of  dread; 
On  Him  who  is  mighty  to  save, 

Her  soul  h  as  with  confidence  stay'd. 

4  Then  let  us  forbear  to  complain, 

That  she  is  now  gone  from  our  sight; 
We  soon  shall  behold  her  again, 
With  new  and  redoubled  delight. 
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EVANGELICAL  HYMNB.  4 15,  416 

Oh  there  we  shall  see  her  attire, 

vVash'd  white  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb; 
And  join  with  the  heavenly  choir, 
|     In  anthems  of  praise  to  his  name. 

415.     8,  7,  4.         Wingrove. 
Falling  asleep  in  Jesus. — Acts  vii.  GO, 

HAPPY  soul!  we  now  resign  thee, 
Called  by  the  great  "I  Am;" 
Left  thy  troubles  all  behind  thee — 
Gone  to  glorify  the  Lamb; 

And,  forever, 
Sing  the  wonders  of  his  name. 

2  Gone  to  join  the  heav'nly  choir. 

'Kay'din  spotless  garments  bright; 
Gone  thy  Saviour  to  admire, 
Who  is  now  thy  soul's  delight: 

And,  forever, 
Sing  his  praises  day  and  night. 
J  There  the  once  afflicted  Christian, 
Free  from  all /lis  grief  and  pain. 
Feels  the  sweetness  of  religion — 
Proves  his  life  was  not  in  vain: 

And,  forever, 
With  his  Jesus  shall  remain. 

416.     8,  7.         C.   Wesley. 
The  departing  sai7it. 
\    JTM  APPY  soul,  thy  days  are  ended . 
-BH  All  thy  mourning  days  below, 
Go,  by  angel  guards  attended. 
To  the  sight  of  Jesu 

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417       EVANGELICAL  HYMNS 

2  Waiting*  to  receive  thy  spirit, 

Lo!  the  Saviour  stands  above, 
Shows  the  glory  of  his  merit, 
Reaches  out  the  crown  of  love. 

3  Struggle  through  thy  latest  passion 

To  thy  dear  Redeemer's  breast, 
To  his  uttermost  salvation, 
To  his  everlasting  rest. 

4  For  the  joy  he  sets  before  thee, 

Bear  a  momentary  pain; 
Die,  to  live  the  life  of  glory — 
Suffer,  with  thy  Lord  to  reign, 

417.     L.  Ms         Watts. 
Funeral  of  a  saint. 

1  TT  N  VEIL  thy  hosom,  faithful  tomb, 
^J    Take  this  new  treasure  to  thy  trust; 

And  give  these  sacred  relics  room, 
To  seek  a  slumber  in  the  dust. 

2  Nor  pain,  nor  grief,  nor  anxious  fear 

Invade  thy  bounds.     No  mortal  wroes 
Can  reach  the  peaceful  sleeper  here, 
While  angels  watch  the  soft  repose. 

3  So  Jesus  slept; — God's  dying  Son  [bed; 

Pass'd  through  the  grave,  and  bless'd  the 
Rest  here,  blest  saint,  till  from  his  throne 
The  morning  break,  and  pierce  the  shad  3 
,  4  Break  from  his  throne,  illustrious  morn; 
Attend,  O  earth!  his  sovereign  word; 
Restore  thy  trust — a  glorious  form — 
Call'd  to  ascend  and  meat  the  Lord. 
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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.  4I8.  410 

418.  C.  M.         Steele. 
Death  of  a  young  person. 

WHEN  blooming  youth  is  snatch'd  away 
By  death's  resistless  hand, 
Our  hearts  the  mournful  tribute  pay, 

Which  pity  must  demand. 
While  pity  prompts  the  rising  sigh, 

Oh  may  this  truth,  imprest 
With  awful  pow'r — "I  too  must  die" — 
Sink  deep  in  every  breast. 

The  voice  of  this  alarming  scene 

May  every  heart  obey! 
Nor  be  theheav'nly  warning  vain. 

Which  calls  to  watch  and  pray. 
Oh,  let  us  fly,  to  Jesus  fly, 

Whose  pow'rful  arm  can  save; 
Then  shall  our  hopes  ascend  on  high, 

And  triumph  o'er  the  grave. 

419.  C.  M.         Oldi.vg. 
Death  of  a  young  person. — Ps.  cii.  23. 

J%/3"Y  Father  calls  me  to  his  arms, 

i  vJL  And  willingly  I  go; 

With  cheerfulness  I  bid  farewell 

To  every  thing  below. 
My  tender  parents,  kind  and  dear, 

1  bid  farewell  to  you; 
Though  nature  feels,  and  I  can  find 

'Tis  hard  to  say,  adieu! 
Ye  friends  and  kindred  lov'd  me  much. 

Ye  hold  me  near  vour  heart; 

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420       EVANGELICAL  HYMKh. 

And  still  I  feel  that  I  can  love, 
And  find  it  hard  to  part. 

4  Ye  brothers,  sisters,  me  you  love. 

And  love  I  also  feel; 
J.  see  your  tender  passions  mov^ — 
Your  grief  you  can't  conceal. 

5  Hut  do  not  weep  or  grieve  for  me; 

Yon  know  I  must  go  home; 
J  was  upon  a  visit  here, 
And  now  I  must  return. 

6  Farewell  thou  world,  with  all  thy  toy'-' 

For  thou  hast  been  to  me 
A  world  of  transitory  joys, 
Of  sin  and  vanity. 

7  Now  I  rejoice  to  leave  this  world 

Of  sorrow,  sin,  and  pain; 
My  soul  is  wash'd  in  Jesus'  blood, 
And  shall  a  crown  obtain. 

420.     C.  M.         Dobell. 
Death  of  a  child. — 1  Sam.  iii.  18. 
O  D  hath  bereav'd  me  of  my  child1 
JT  His  hand  in  this  I've  view'd; 
It  is  the  Lord,  shall  I  complain? 
<:He  doth  what  seems  him  good!" 

Twas  God  who  gave  my  child  to  me^ 
Th'  appointed  time  he  stood; 

It  is  the  Lord,  I  plainly  see, 
He  doth  what  seems  him  good! 

Yet  nature  feels — but  sub,  he's  gone— 
For  him  my  teaj-s  have  flow's^ 
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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.       4.9 

It  is  the  Lord,  bis  hand  I  own, 

He  doth  what  seems  him  good' 
4  Support  my  sinkiDg  spirit  up 

Under  this  heavy  load; 
It  is  the  Lord,  and  he  is  just, 

He  doth  what  seems  him  good. 
Itis  on  thee  my  hope  is  stay'd, 

I  know  thou  art  my  God} 
It  is  the  Lord,  his  band  I'll  bless, 

He  doth  what  seems  him  goodv 

I  Uphold  me,  Lord,  by  grace  divine, 
And  cleanse  me  with  thy  blood; 
I  now  resign  my  all  to  thee, 
Since  all  things  work  for  good, 

421.    €-  M. 

TJie  child  is  not;  and  /,  whither  sliall  I go1~> 

Gen.  xixvii.30. 

THE  child  is  not,  sad  Reuben  cried , 
And  view'd  the  pit  below; 
SnappM  is  the  stem  of  Israel's  pride, 
Ah!  whither  shall  I  go! 

The  child  is  not,  the  parent  sigh'd 

With  deep  disorder'd  woe; 
Suapp'd  is  the  stem  of  earthly  joy3 

Ah!  whither  shall  I  go? 

G-oJ  to  throne  of  grace  repair, 

Submissive  bear  the  rod; 
Pour  out  your  swelling  griefs  in  pray  V. 

And  know  th*t  God  23  God! 

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4  22       EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

4  Afflicted  g-o  not  to  the  grave, 

With  Mary  there  to  weep; 
Content  that  He  who  came  to  save 
Protects  your  darling's  sleep. 

5  Go  view  the  Lodge  of  guilty  mirth. 

What  millions  crowd  the  door! 
Your  child's  not  there,  escap'd  from  earth, 
He's  past  temptation's  power. 

6  Go  visit  sorrow's  darken'd  hall", 

Where  legions  groan  and  die; 
iSTor  weep  whendcath  throws  down  the  walls, 
And  bids  the  mourner  fly. 

7  Go, daily  trace  the  holy  leaves; 

There  tliesure  record* standi, 
That  Christ  of  victory  death  bereaves, 
And  of  the  grave  her  hands. 

8  Go  soar  on  contemplation's  wing, 

Where  Eden  ever  blooms; 
With  seraphs  hail  the  conqu'jraog  King, 
And  smile  on  transient  tombs. 

l%2.     C.  M.         Kkigiit. 
Drafh  of  a  child.— 2  Sam.  xiv.  22, 

1  A  LAS!  how  chang'd  that  lovely  flow'r, 
1\   Which  blooni'dand  cheer'd  my  heart! 
Fair  fleeting  comfort  of  art  hour, 

flow  soon  we're  eali'dto  part! 

2  And  shall  my  bleeding  heart  arraign 

That  God,  whose  ways  are  love- 
Or  vainly  cherish  anxious  pain 
For  her  who  rests  above7 
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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.       423 

No! — let  me  rather  humbly  pay- 
Obedience  to  his  will, 

And  with  my  inmost  spirit  say, 
The-  Lord  is  righteous  still. 

From  adverse  blasts,  and  low 'ring-  storms , 
Her  favour'd  soul  he  bore, 

And  with  yon  bright,  angelic  forms, 
She  lives,  to  die  no  more. 

5  Why  should  I  vex  my  keart,  or  fast? 

No  more  she^tl  visit  me; 
My  soul  will  mount  to  her  at  last, 
And  I  her  face  shall  see. 

6  Prepare  me,  blessed  Lord,  to  share 

The  bliss  thy  people  prove; 
Who  round  thy  glorious  throne  appear^ 
And  dwell  in  perfect  love. 

423.     C.  M.         Steele. 
Or  the  death  of  a  child. 

1  f  S1HE  once  lov?d  form,  nowcold  and  deadj 

JL    Each  mournful  thought  employs: 
And  nature  weeps  her  comforts  fled, 
Andwither'd  all  her  joys. 

2  But  wait  the  interposing  gloom, 

And  lo!  stern  winter  flies; 
And,  drest  in  beauty's  fairest  bloom, 
The  flow'ry  tribes  arise. 

3  Hope  looks  beyond  the  bounds  of  time, 

When  what  we  now  deplore, 
Shall  rise  in  full,  immortal  prime, 
And  bloom  to  fade  no  more. 

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424,425  EVANGELICAL  ftYMNS 

4  Then  cease,  fond  nature,  cease  thy  tears; 
.Religion  points  on  high; 
There  everlasting  spring  appears. 
And  joys  which  cannot  die. 

424,     L.  M.         Scott. 
On  the  loss  of  friends. 

1  rTIHE  God  of  love  will  sure  indulge 

JL    The  flowing  tear,  the  heaving  sigh. 
When  righteous  persons  fall  around — 
When  tender  friends  and  kindred  die. 

2  Yet  not  one  anxious,  murra'ring  thought 

Should  with  our  mourning  passions  bleed: 
Nor  would  our  bleeding  hearts  forget 
Th'  Almighty  ever-living  friend. 

3  Parent  and  husband,  guard  and  guide, 

Thou  art  each  tender  name  in  one; 
On  thee  we  cast  our  every  care, 
And  comfort  seek  from  thee  alone* 

4  Our  Farther  God,  to  thee  we  look, 

Our  rock,  our  portion,  and  out  friend } 
And  on  thy  cov'nant-love,  and  truth 
Our  sinking  souls  shall  still  depend. 

425.     L.  M.         Montgomery. 
The  living  know,  6,c. — Eccl.  ix.  5. 
i  TL*7"  HERE  are  the  dead  J— In  heav'n  or  heli 
¥  7      Their  disembodied  spirits  dwell; 
Their  perishM  forms  in  bonds  of  clay, 
Reserv'd  until  the  judgment  day. 
2  Who  are  the  dead] — The  sons  of  time, 
In  every  age,  and  state,  and  clime; 
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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.        426 

Renown'd,  dishonor'd  or  forgot, 
The  place  that  knew  them  knows  them  not* 
5  Where  are  the  living! — On  the  ground 
Where  pray'r  is  heard,  and  mercy  found; 
Where,  in  the  compass  of  a  span, 
The  mortal  makes  th'  immortal  man, 

4  Who  are  the  living? — They  whose  breath 
Draws  every  moment  nigh  to  death; 

Of  endless  bliss  or  woe  the  heirs: 
Oh,  what  an  awful  lot  is  theirs! 

5  Then,  timely  warn'd,  let  us  begin 
To  follow  Christ  and  flee  from  sin; 
Daily  grow  up  in  him  our  head, 
Lord  of  the  living  and  the  dead .. 

426.     L.  M.         Dwight, 

Death  -not  the  end  of  our-  being, — Ps.  Ixxxvin* 

10,  11,12. 

1  ^JHALL  man,  O  God  of  light,  and  lifa, 
£3  Forever  moulder  in  the  grave? 
Canst  thou  forget  thy  glorious  work, 

Thy  promise,  and  thy  power,  to  save"? 

2  Shall  spring  the  faded  world  revive? 

Shall  waning  moons  their  light  return? 
Again  shall  setting  suns  ascend, 
And  the  lost  day  anew  be  borne! 

3  Shall,  life  revisit  dying  worms, 

And  spread  the  joyful  insect's  vring' 
And  O,  shall  man  awake  no  mope, 
To  see  thy  face,  thy  name  to  sing? 

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427      EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

4  Cease,  cease,  ye  vain  desponding  fears: 

When  Christ,  our  Lord,  from  darkness 
sprang, 
Death,  the  last  foe,  was  captive  led, 

And  beav'n  with  praise  and  wonder  rang. 

5  Faith  sees  the  bright,  eternal  doors, 

Unfold  to  make  his  children  way; 
They  shall  he  cloth'd  with  endless  life, 
And  shine  in  everlasting  day. 

0  The  trump  shall  sound;  the  dust  awake; 

From  the  cold  tomb  the  slumberers  spring! 
Through  heav'n  with  joy  their  myriads  rise, 
And  hail  their  Saviour,  and  their  King. 

427.     C.  M.        H.  K.  White, 
Resurrection. 

1  fT^HRO' sorrow's  night,  and  danger's  path, 

JL    Amid  the  deep'ning  gloom, 
We,  soldiers  of  an  injur'd  King, 
Are  marching  to  the  tomb. 

2  There,  when  the  turmoil  is  no  more, 

And  all  our  pow'rs  decay, 
Our  cold  remains,  in  solitude, 
Shall  sleep  the  years  away. 
.  3  Our  labours  done,  securely  laid 
In  this  our  last  retreat, 
Unheeded,  o'er  our  silent  dust, 
The  storms  of  life  shall  beat. 
4  These  ashes  poor,  this  little  dust, 
Our  Father's  care  shall  keep, 
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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.       4 28 

Till  the  last  angel  rise,  and  break 

The  long  and  dreary  sleep. 
Then  love's  soft  dew  o'er  every  eye        , 

Shall  shed  its  mildest  rays, 
And  the  long  silent  dust  shall  burs.t 
With  shouts  of  endless  praise. 
428.     C.  M.         Watts. 
Everlasting  absence  of  God  intolerable. 

1  npiIAT  awful  day  will  surely  come, 

I-    Th'  appointed  hour  makes  haste — 
When  I  must  stand  before  my  Judge, 
And  pass  the  solemn  test. 

2  Thou  lovely  Chief  of  all  my  joys, 

Thou  Sovereign  of  my  heart, 
How  could  I  bear  to  hear  thy  voice 
Pronounce  the  sound,  Depart'. 

3  The  thunder  of  that  dismal  word 

Would  so  torment  my  ear, 
'Twould  tear  my  soul  asunder,  Lord, 
With  most  tormenting  fear. 

4  What — to  be  banish'd  from  my  life, 

And  yet  forbid  to  die! 

To  linger  in  eternal  pain, 

Yet  death  forever  fly! 

5  Oh,  wretched  state  of  deep  despaii* 

To  see  my  God  remove — 
And  fix  my  doleful  station  where 
I  must  not  taste  his  love! 

6  Oh,  tell  me  that  my  worthless  name 

Is  graven  on  thy  hands; 

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429      EVANGELICAL  HYMNS, 

Show  me  some  promise  in  thy  book.. 
Where  my  salvation  stands, 

429.      8,  7,  4>; 
I^uke  xiii.  28. 
3   QEE  th' Eternal  Judge  descending—;, 
*J  View  him  seated  on  his  throne! 
Now,  poor  sinner,  now  lamenting-, 
Stand  and  hear  thy  awful  doom — «. 

Trumpets  call  theej 
Stand  and  hear  thy  awful  doom, 

2  Hear  the  cries  he  now  is  venting, 

FilL'd  with  dread  of  fiercer  pain, 
While  in  anguish  thus  lamenting, 
That  he  ne'er  was  born  again — 

Greatly  mourning, 
'That  he  ne'er  was  born  again: 

3  "Yonder  sits  my  slighted  Saviour^ 

With  the  marks  of  dying  love; 
Oh,  that  I  had  sought  his  favour,, 
When  I  felt  his  Spirit  move — 

Golden  moments, 
When  I  felt  his  Spirit  move." 

4  Now,  despised,  look  and  wonder! 

Hope  and  sinners  here  must  part; 
Louder  than  a  peal  of  thunder, 

Hear  the  dreadful  sound,  "Depart!"A 

Lost  forever, 
Hear  the  dreadful  sound,  "Depart!"* 


EVANGELICAL  H¥MNS.       43Q 

430.     CM. 
Final  separation  of  friends  and  neighbours . 
1  npHE  day  ef  God,  the  awful  day, 
J-    Assuredly  will  come, 
When  sinners  shall  be  hurl'd  away, 
And  Christians  gather'd  home. 

The  husband  shall  behold  the  wife, 

The  partner  of  his  eare, 
Eanish'd  froin  God,  the  God  of  life,, 

O'erwhelm'd  with  black  despair 
The  pious  tender  wife  shall  see 

The  man  she  once  did  love, 
Sent  down  to  endless  misery, 

While  she  is  crown'd  above., 

The  parent  then  snail  see  the  chile? 

Depart  to  endless  woe^ 
From  God,  the  source  of  joy,  exil\l, 

To  writhe  in  flames  below.     • 

5  The  child  shall  then  the  parent  vievp 

Cast  headlong  down  to  hell, 
Amidst  the  rest  of  Satan's  crew, 
Forever  there  to  dwell. 

6  Brethren  and  sisters  closely  join'd 

By  nature's  powerful  ties, 
Must  part,  and  some  to  hell  descend, 
With  doleful  groans  and  cries. 
f  Neighbours,  who  lend  and  borrow  now, 
And  mutual  help  afford, 
Must  bid  a  long,  a  last  adieu, 
At  great  Jehovah's  word, 

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431        EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

.  431.     8,  7,  4.         Newton. 
Judgment. — Rev.  i.  7:  vi.  14. 

1  TT^^Y  of  judgment,  day  of  wonders! 
3-r  Hark!  the  trumpet's  awful  sound, 
Louder  than  a  thousand  thunders, 

Shakes  the  vast  creation  round! 

How  the  summons 
Will  the  sinner's  heart  confound! 

2  At  his  call,  the  dead  awaken, 

Rise  to  life  from  earth  and  sea: 
All  the  pow'rs  of  nature  shaken 
By  his  looks,  prepare  to  flee: 

Careless  sinner, 
What  will  then  become  of  thee] 

3  Horrors  past  imagination, 

Will  surprise  your  trembling  heart: 
When  you  hear  your  condemnation, 
"Hence,  accursed  wretch,  depart! 

Thou,  withsatan 
And  his  angels,  have  thy  part!" 

4  But  to  those  who  have  confessed, 

Lov'd  and  serv'd  the  Lord  below, 
He  will  say,  "Come  near,  ye  blessed, 
See  the  kingdom  I  bestow; 

You,  forever, 
Shall  my  love  and  glory  know." 

5  Undersorrows  and  reproaches, 

May  this  thought  our  courage  raise: 
Swiftly  God's  great  day  approaches, 
Sighs  shall  then  be  chang'd  to  praise; 
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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.  432,  433 

We  shall  triumph, 
When  the  world  is  in  a  blaze! 
432.     L.  M.         Needham. 
The  books  opened. — Rev.  xx.  12. 

METHINKS  the  last  great  day  is  come; 
Me  thinks  I  hear  the  trumpet  sound, 
That  shakes  the  earth,  rends  every  tomb. 
And  wakes  the  pris'ners  under  ground. 

The  mighty  deep  gives  up  her  trust, 
Aw'd  by  the  J  udge's  high  command; 

Both  small  and  great  now  quit  their  dust, 
And  round  the  dread  tribunal  stand. 

Behold  the  awful  books  display'd, 

Big  with  th'  important  fates  of  men; 
Each  deed  and  word  now  public  made, 

As  wrote  by  heav'n's  unerring  pen. 
To  every  soul,  the  books  assign 

The  joyous  or  the  dread  reward; 
Sinners  in  vain  lament  and  pine — 

No  plea  the  Judge  will  here  regard. 
Lord,  when  these  awful  leaves  unfold, 

May  life's  fair  book  my  soul  approve! 
There  may  I  read  my  name  enroll'd, 

And  triumph  in  redeeming  love! 
433.     L.  M.         Pres.  Da  vies.      . 
The  wreck  of  nature. — Isa.  xxiv.  18 — 20. 

HOW  great,  how  terrible  that  God, 
Who  shakes  creation  with  his  nod! 
He  frowns — earth,  sea,  all  nature's  frame 
Sink  io  ene  universal  flame. 

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434       EVANGELICAL  HYMNS, 

2  Where  now,  O  where  shall  sinners  seek 
For  shelter  in  the  gen'ral  wreck! 
Shall  falling  rocks  be  o'er  them  thrown! 
See  rocks,  like  snow  dissolving  down, 

3  In  vain  for  mercy  now  they  cry; 
In  lakes  of  liquid  fire  they  lie; 
There  on  the  flaming  billows  tost, 
Forever — O,  forever  lost! 

4  But  saints,  undaunted  and  serene, 
With  calmness  view  the  dreadful  scene; 
Their  Saviour  lives,  the  worlds  expire, 
And  earth  and  skies  dissolve  in  fire. 

5  Jesus,  the  helpless  creature's  friend, 
To  thee  my  all  I  dare  commend; 
Thou  eanst  preserve  my  feeble  soul, 

W  hen  lightnings  blaze  from  pole  to  pole., 

434.     8,  7. 
iVarningto  sinners  in  view  of  the  last  Judgment . 
I  DINNERS,  take  the  friendly  warning— 
£-5  Soon  that  awful  day  shall  break, 
And  the  trumpet,  with  its  dawning, 
All  the  slumb'ring  millions  wake. 
3  See  assembled  every  nation1 — 
Lofty  cities,  temples,  tow'rs, 
Wrapt  in  dreadful  conflagration, 
Earth  and  sea  the  fiame  devours. 

3  Ye,  who  to  the  world  dissemble, 

While  you  practice  deeds  of  night* 
Sinners,  now  behold  and  tremble; 
All  your  crimes  are  brought  to  light 
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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.        435 

Lost  in  ease,  or  carnal  pleasure, 
Sporting  on  the  burning-  brink; 

Now,  you  say,  you  have  no  leisare, 
You  can  find  no  time  to  think. 

Ye — who  now,  conviction  stifling1, 

Waste  your  time — the  loss  deplore; 
Hear  the  angel — cease  your  trifling? — 

"Time,"  he  cries,  "slialrbe  no-more."' 
Pause,  and  hear  the  voice  of  reason — 

Catch  the  moments  as  they  fly — 
You  who  lose  the  present  season, 

You  must  all  find  time  to  die. 

435.     C.  M.        Grenade, 
Judgment. 
A  RISE  and  shine,  O  Zionfair, 
J\.  Behold  thy  light  is  come! 
The  .glorious  conqu'ring  King  is  near, 

To  take  his  exiles  home. 
The  trumpet,  thund'ring  through  the  sky, 

Shakes  every  land  and  sea; 
The  day  of  wonders  now  is  come, 

The  great  illustrious  day. 
Ye  heralds,  blow  your  trumps  aloud, 

Throughout  the  earth  and  sky; 
Go,  spread  the  news  from  pole  to  pole, 

Behold!  the  Judge  is  nigh. 
Blow  out  the  sun,  burn  up  the  earth, 

Consume  the  rolling  flood; 
Cause  all  the  stars  to  disappear, 
And  turn  the  m&on  to  blood. 

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436       EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

3  Arise,  ye  nations  under  ground, 

Before  the  Judge  appear; 
Let  every  tribe  and  people  come, 

Their  final  doom  to  hear. 
King  Jesus  on  his  dazzling  throne, 

The  heav'nly  hosts  around, 
Th'  arch-angel,  with  his  silver  trump, 

Echoes  an  awful  sound. 

4  The  glorious  news  of  gospel  grace, 

To  sinners  now  is  o'er:  \ 
The  trumps  in  Zion  now  are  still, 

And  to  be  heard  no  more: 
The  watchmen  all  have  left  their  walls; 

And  with  their  flocks  above, 
On  Canaan's  happy  shore  they  sing, 

And  shout  redeeming  love. 

436.      P.  M.         Lee. 
Rom.  iii.  16. 

1  "V¥7"HEN  frowning  death  appears, 

TV     And  points  his  fatal  dart, 
What  dark  foreboding  fears 
'     Distract  the  sinner's  heart! 

The  dreadful  blow 

No  arm  can  stay, 

But  torn  away 

He  sinks  to  woe, 

2  Now  every  hope  denied, 

Bereft  of  every  good, 

He  must  the  wrath  abide 

Of  an  avenging  God; 

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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.       437 

jNo  mercy  there 

Will  greet  his  ear, 

Nor  wipe  the  tear 

Of  black  despair. 
3  Sinners,  awake,  attend, 

And  flee  the  wrath  to  come; 
Make  Christ,  the  Judge,  your  friend, 
And  heav'n  shall  be  your  home. 

His  mercy  nigh, 

Now  points  the  path 

That  leads  from  death 

To  joys  on  high. 

437.      C.  M. 
Hell*— Isa.  xxx.  33.  Mark  ix.  43,  44. 

1  ¥71 A  R  from  the  utmost  verge  of  day 
JC     Those  gloomy  regions  lie, 
Where  flames  amid- the  darkness  play — 

The  worm  shall  never  die. 

2  The  breath  of  God — his  angry  breath 

Supplies  and  fans  the  fire; 
'  There  sinners  taste  the  second  death, 
And  would — but  can't  expire. 

3  Conscience,  the  never-dying  worm. 

With  torture  gnaws  the  heart; 
And  woe  and  wrath,  in  every  form, 
Is  now  the  sinner's  part. 

4  Sad  world  indeed!  ah,  who  can  bear 

Forever  there  to  dwell? 
Forever  sinking  in  despair 
Jn  all  the  pains  of  hcll- 

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438.     L.  M.        J.  Steward. 
Sin  and  misery  connected. 

1  iT*A  OD  from  his  throne  with  piercing  eye 
\!M  Naked  does  every  heart  behold; 
But  never,  till  we  come  to  die, 

Will  he  to  us  the  view  unfold. 

2  Should  sin,  in  naked  form  appear , 

Just  as  it  rises  in  the  heart, 
And  others  know  and  see  it  there^ 
In  every  feeling,  every  thought: 

3  The  fire  of  hell  must  kindle  soon; 

How  envy  and  revenge  would  flame! 
One  heart  would  Urge  another  on, 

Till  rage  and  vengeance  want  a  name? 

4  Sin  in  its  nature  would  appear 

A  living  death,  to  form  a  hell; 
The  worst  of  mis'ries  creatures  fear;, 
The  worst  of  plagues  the  tongue  can  tell 

5  UnveiVd  and  naked  every  heart 

Before  the  judgment  seat  must  stand; 
Sin  act  no  more  a  double  part, 

But  meet  a  death  from  its  own  hand. 

6  The  fiery  lake  must  hotter  grow, 

From  the  fierce  clash  of  sinful  souls; 
Each  bosoms  like  a  furnace,  glow-, 
Nor  God  the  rage,  or  fire  control. 
PART  II.     L.  M.         J.  Steward. 
Sin  and  misery  connected. 

Alt',  wretched  souls  are  they,  who  hear 
With  scorn,  the  sound  of  gospel  gvace. 
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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.       439 

For  sorrow  walks  along  with  sin, 

Although  they  keep  not  equal  pace. 
How  blindly  sinners  grasp  their  chains, 

And  yet  of  freedom  vainly  boast; 
They  look  for  happiness  and  peace, 

Nor  think  by  sin  their  peace  is  lost, 
Approaching  vice  is  deck'd  in  charms, 

And  smiles  with  promises  of  gain; 
No  sooner  past — its  joys  are  fled, 

And  all  its  pleasures  chang'd  to  pain. 
Sinners  may  for  a  time  rejoice — 

Till  storms  of  threatened  wrath  arise — 
Till  justice  grasp  th'  avenging  sword; 

And  then  the  wretch,  the  sinner  dies. 
439.     L.  M.         Cleland. 
The  lost  sinner's  lamentation. 

HARK!  hark!  my  soul,  what's  this  I  hear? 
What  doleful  cries  assail  mine  ear! 
What  lamentations  from  below, 
The  place  to  which  the  damned  gc\ 
'Tis  the  lost  sinner  in  his  chains, 
Ingulf'd  in  woe,  and  rack'd  with  pains, 
Pltmg'd  in  a  sulph'rous  lake  of  fire, 
Press'd  down  beneath  Jehovah's  ire. 
He  says,  "I'm  gone,  forever  gone; 
My  wretched  soul  is  now  undone; 
I'm  full  of  hell,  and  devils  are 
Tormenting  me  with  keen  despair. 
My  precious  time  was  thrown  away, 
For  pleasures  lasting  but  a  day; 

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440       EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

But  now,  alas!  what  do  I  gain? 
A  harvest  of  eternal  pain. 

5  Ah!  wretched  choice  that  I  have  made! 
A  Saviour's  calls  I  often  had; 
But  I  despis'd  his  offer'd  grace, 
And  sunk  to  ruin  by  delays. 

6  In  sorrow  I  have  now  lain  down, 
Beneath  Jehovah's  awful  frown: 
His  weighty  vengeance,  ah!  I  feel, 
And  with  infernal  spirits  dwell. 

1  The  gnawing  worm  has  now  begun, 
'Midst  dismal  flames  that  ever  burn; 
And  I,  alas!  must  always  feel 
Its  rage,  which  nothing  e'er  can  quell. 

■3  Farewell,  farewell  to  joy  and  peace; 
My  tortnr'd  soul  can  have  no  ease: 
Farewell,  ye  heav'ns,  where  angels  dwel 
Here  I  must  feel  eternal  hell. 

9  The  joyful  sound  of  gospel  grace 
Can  never  reach  this  doleful  place; 
The  calls  of  mercy  now  are  o'er; 
Fin  gone!  Pm  gone!  for  evermore!" 

10  Come  then,  poor  sinners,  warning  take, 
Before  you  reach  the  burning  lake; 
Be.pent,  before  it  be  too  late, 

Or  you  must  share  this  dreadful  fate. 
440.         ?s.  ' 
Heaven, — John  xiv.  2. 
"i1-  TTTTIGHin  yonder  realms  of  light, 
JB.JL  Dwell  the  raptur'd  saints. above* 
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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.       4 

Far  beyond  our  feeble  sight, 

Happy  in  Immanuel's  love. 
Pilgrims  in  this  vale  of  tears, 

Once  they  knew,  like  us  below, 
Gloomy  doubts,  distressing  fears, 

Tort'ring  pain  and  heavy  woe. 

Oft  the  big,  unbidden  tear, 

Stealing  down  the  furrow'd  cheek, 
Told,  in  eloquence  sincere, 

Tales  of  woe  they  could  not  speak* 
But,  these  days  of  weeping  o'er. 

Past  this  scene  of  toil  and  pain, 
They  shall  feel  distress  no  more, 

Never — never  weep  again! 

Mid  the  chorus  of  the  skies, 

•Mid  th'  angelic  lyres  above, 
Hark — their  songs  melodious  rise,. 

Songs  of  praise  to  Jesus'  love! 
Happy  spirits!  ye  are  fled, 

Where  no  grief  can  entrance  find, 
Lull'd  to  rest  the  aching  head, 

Sooth'd  the  anguish  of  the  mind! 

Vll  is  tranquil  and  serene, 

Calm  .and  undisturb'd  repose — 
There  no  cloud  can  intervene — ■• 

There  no  pjigry  tempest  blows! 
pfery  tear  is  wip'd  away, 

Sighs-no  more  shall  heave  the  breast; 
S'igkt  is  lost  in  endless  day — 

Sorrow — in  eternal  rest! 

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441,442  EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

441.     L.  M.         TAfPAN. 
Celestial  love. 
1  fJIHE  ransom'd  spirit  to  her  home, 
JL    The  clime  of  cloudless  beauty,  flies; 
No  njore  on  stormy  seas  to  roam, 

She  hails  her  haven  in  the  skies: 
But  cheerless  are  those  heav'nly  fields, 
The  cloudless  clime  no  pleasure  yields. 
There  is  no  bliss  in  bow'rs  above, 
If  thou  art  absent,  Holy  Love! 

~2  The  cherub  near  the  viewless  throne, 

Hath  smote  the  harp  with  trembling  hai 
And  One  with  incense-fire  hath  flown, 
To  touch  with  flame  Die  angel  band: 
But  tuneless  is  the  quiy'ring  string. 
No  melody  can  Gabriel  bring, 
Mute  are  its  arches,  when  above 
Thenars  of  heav'nwake  not  to  Love! 

3  Earth,  sea,  and  sky,  one  language  speak, 
In  harmony  that  sooths  the  soul; 
>Tis  heard  when  scarce  the  zephyrs  wake 
And  when  on  thunders,  thunders  roll: 
That  voice  is  heard  and  tumults  cease, 
It  whispers  to  the  besom  peace; 
O,  speak,  Inspirer!  from  above,     • 
And  cheer  our  hearts,  Celestial  Love 

442.       C-  M. 
Celestial  prospects. 
I  £*WEET  glories  rush  upon  my  sight, 
J5  And  chana  my  wond'ri-ng  eyes; 

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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.      443 

The  regions  of  immortal  light, 
The  beauties  of  the  skies! 

All  hail!  ye  fair  celestial  shores, 

Ye  lands  of  endless  day; 
Swift  on  my  view  your  prospect  pours, 

And  drives  my  griefs  away. 

There's  a  delightful  clearness  now- — 

My  clouds  of  doubt  are  gone; 
Fled  is  my  former  darkness  too — 

My  fears  are  all  withdrawn. 

Short  is  the  passage — short  the  spaGe 

Between  my  home  and  me; 
There!  there  behold  the  radiant  placet 

How  near  the  mansions  be! 
Immortal  wonders!  boundless  things, 

In  those  dear  worlds  appear! 
Prepare  me,  Lord,  to  stretch  my  wings, 

And  in  those  glories  share. 
443.      C.  M. 
Heaven . 

HE  AV'N  is  the  land  where  troubles  cease, 
Where  toils  and  tears  are  o'er; 
The  sunny  clime  of  rest  and  peace, 

Where  cares  distract  no  more. 
'Ieav'n  is  the  home  where  spirits  dwell, 

Who  wanderd  here  awhile, 
\ml,  "seeing  things  invisible," 
Departed  with  a  smile. 

Ieav'n  is  the  place  where  Jesua  lives 
To  plead  his  dying  blood, 

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444       EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

While  to  Lis  pray'rs  the  Father  gives 
An  unknown  m altitude. 

4  Heav'n  is  the  temple  whither  pray'r, 

From  saints  on  earth  ascends; 

The  dwelling  of  the  Spirit,  whence 

His  influence  descends. 
Heav'n  is  the  dwelling1  place  of  joy, 

The  home  of  light  and  love, 
Where  faith  and  hope  in  rapture  die,- 
There's  perfect  bliss  above. 
444.      L.  M. 
The  world  we  have  not  seen. 

1  fTpHERE  is  a  world  we  have  not  seen, 

JL    That  time  shall  never  dare  destroy" 
Where  mortal  footstep  hath  not  been, 
Nor  ear  has  caught  its  sounds  of  joy. 

2  There  is  a  region  lovelier  far 

Than  sages  tell  or  poets  sing, 
.  Brighter  than  summer's  beauties  are, 
And  softer  than  the  tints  of  spring. 

3  There  is  a  world,  and  O,  hew  blest! 

Fairer  than  prophets  ever  told; 
And  never  did  an  angel  guest 
One  half  its  blessedness  unfcld' 

4  It  is  all  holy  and  serene, 

The  land  of  glory  and  repose; 
And  there,  to  dim  the  radiant  scene. 
The  tear  of  sorrow  never  flows. 

5  It  is  not  fanh'd  by  summer  gale, 

?Tis  not  ref  resh'd  by  vernal  show'rs; 

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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.       445 

Tt  never  needs  the  moon-beam  pale, 
For  there  are  known  no  evening  hours . 

6  No!  for  this  world  is  ever  bright, 

With  a  pure  radience  all  its  own; 
The  streams  of  uncreated  light 

Fiow  round  it  from  th'  eternal  throne. 

7  There,  forms  that  mortals  may  not  see. 

Too  glorious  for  the  eye  to  trace, 
And  clad  in  peerless  majesty, 
Move  with  unutterable  grace. 
I>  In  vain  the  philosophic  eye 

May  seek  to  view  the  fair  abode, 
Or  find  it  in  the  curtain'd  sky: — 
It  is  the  dicelling-jjlace  of  God. 
445.     L.  M.         Steele. 
Reflection  on  life  and  eternity. — Is.lvii.  15. 

1  ~rp TERN ITY!  tremendous  sound! 
JL^s  To  guilty  souls  a  dreadful  wound! 
But  O,  if  Christ  and  heav'n  be  mine, 
How  sweet  the  accents!  how  divine! 

2  Be  this  my  chief,  my  only  care, 
My  high  pursuit,  my  ardent  pray'r — 
An  int'rest  in  the  Saviour's  blood, 
My  pardon  seal'd  and  peace  with  God. 

3  But  should  my  brightest  hopes  be  vain; 
The  rising  doubt  how  sharp  its  pain! 
My  fears,  O  gracious  God  remove, 
Confirm  my  title  to  thy  love. 

14  Search,  Lord!  O  search  my  inmost  heartj- 
And  liqrht,  and  hope,  and  joy  impart; 

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446       EVANGELICAL  HYMNS, 

From  guilt  and  error  set  me  free, 
And  guide  me  safe  to  heav'n  and  thee, 

446.     L.  M.        Medley. 
Eternity. — Jer.  x.  10. 

i    TpTERNITY!  stupendous  theme! 

JLi  Compar'd  herewith  our  life's  a  dream: 

Eternity!  O  awful  sound! 

'A  deep  where  all  our  thoughts  are  drown'd!1 
S  Yes,  an  eternity  there  is 

Of  dreadful  woe,  or  joyful  bliss; 

And,  swift  as  time  fulfils  its  round, 

We  to  eternity  are  bound. 

£  What  countless  millions  of  mankind 
Have  left  this  fleeting  world  behind! 
They're  gone,  but  where!  ah!  stop  and  see- 
Gone  to  a  long  eternity! 

4  And  is  eternity  so  near! 
And  must  we  very  soon  be  there? 
Sinner — ah!  whither  wilt  thou  flee; 
Or  how  avoid  eternity] 

5  Canst  thou  forever  bear  to  dwell 
In  all  the  fi'ry  deeps  of  hell; 
And  is  death  nothing  then  to  thee, 
Death,  and  a  dread  eternity? 

6  Ye  gracious  souls,  with  joy  look  up; 
In  Christ  rejoice,  your  glorious  hope; 
This  everlasting  bliss  secures; 
<3od  and  eternity  are  yours. 

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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.       447 
447.     P.  M.        Newton. 
Minister's  complaint. — Gal.  iv.  19. 

1  ~¥^7"HAT  contradictions  meet 

m      In  minister*'  employ! 
It  is  a  bitter  sweet — 
A  sorrow  full  of  joy. 
No  other  post  affords  a  place 
For  equal  honour  or  disgrace. 

2  Who  can  describe  the  pain 

Which  faithful  preachers  feel, 
Constraint  to  preach  in  vain, 
To  hearts  as  hard  as  steel? 
Or  who  can  tell  the  pleasures  felt, 
When  stubborn  hearts  beg-in  to  melt' 

3  The  Saviours  dying  love, 

The  soul's  amazing  worth, 
Their  utmost  efforts  move, 
And  draw  their  bowels  forth. 
They  pray  and  strive — their  rest  depart^ 
'Till  Christ  be  form'd  in  sinners'  hearts. 
4-  If  some  small  hope  appear, 
They  still  are  not  content; 
But  with  a  jealous  fear, 
They  watch  for  the  event. 
Too  oft  they  find  their  hopes  deceiv'd; 
Then  how  their  inmost  soul9  are  griev'd! 
5  But  when  their  pains  succeed, 
And  from  the  tender  blade, 
The  rip'ning  ears  proceed, 
Their  toils  are  overpaid. 

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443,  449  EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

No  harvest  joy  can  equal  theirs, 
To  find  the  fruit  ef  all  their  cares. 

443.     L.  M. 
Ordination  of  a  .Minister. — Luke  xxi.   15. 

1  TESUS,  with  truth  and  power  divine, 
•I    Send  forth  this  messenger  of  thine; 
His  hands  confirm,  his  heart  inspire, 
And  touch  his  lips  with  hallow'd  fire. 

2  Be  thou  his  mouth  and  wisdom,  Lord;.. 
Thou,  by  the  hammer  of  thy  word, 
The  rocky  hearts  in  pieces  break, 
And  bid  the  son  of  thunder  speak. 

3  To  those  who  would  the  Lord  embrace, 
Give  him  to  preach  the  word  of  grace; 
Sweetly  their  yielding  bosoms  move, 
And  melt  them  with  the  fire  of  love. 

4  Let  all  with  thankful  hearts  confess, 
The  welcome  messenger  of  peace; 
Thy  pow'r  in  his  report  be  found, 
And  let  thy  feet  behind  him  sound. 

449.     7s.         Hammond. 
After  the  Charge.— Trov.  si.  30. 

1  \KT  OULD  you  win  a  soul  to  God? 

f  f     Tell  him  of  a  Saviour's  blood; 
Say,  how  Jesus'  bowels  move; 
Tell  him  of  redeeming  love. 

2  Tell  him  how  the  streams  did  glide 
From  his  hands,  his  feet,  his  side; 
How  his  head  with  thorns  was  crown '<!, 
And  his  heart  in  sorrow  drown'd. 

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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

3  Tell  him  how  he  suffer'd  death — 
Freely  yielded  up  his  breath, 
Died,  and  rose  to  intercede, 

As  our  advocate  and  head. 

4  Tell  him  it  was  sov'reign  grace 
Wrought  on  you  to  seek  his  face — 
Made  you  choose  the  better  part — 
Brought  salvation  to  your  heart. 

5  Tell  him  of  that  liberty, 
Wherewith  Jesus  makes  us  free; 
Sweetly  speak  of  sins  forgiven — 
Earnest  of  the  joys  of  heav'n. 

450.     S    M.         Voke. 
Address  to  .Missionaries. 

1  "^lTE  messengers  of  Christ, 

JL     His  sovereign  voice  obey; 

Arise,  and  follow  where  he  leads, 

And  peace  attend  your  way. 

2  The  master  whom  you  serve 

Will  needful  strength  bestow; 
Depending  on  his  promis'd  aid 
With  sacred  courage  go. 

3  Mountains  shall  sink  to  plains, 

And  hell  in  vain  oppose; 
The  cause  is  God's,  and  must  prevail. 
In  spite  of  all  his  foes. 

4  Go  spread  a  Saviour's  fame, 

And  tell  his  matchless  grace 
To  the  most  guilty  and  deprav'd 
Of  Adam's  num'rous  race. 

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151,452  EVANGELICAL  HYMNS, 

S  We  wish  you  in  his  name, 
The  most  divine  success; 
Assur'd  that  he  who  sends  you  forth, 
Will  your  endeavours  bless. 

451.     L.  M.         Gibbons. 
Tlie  minister's  wish  for  his  people. — Phil.  iv.  1, 
1   TtL^TY  brethren,  from  my  heart  belov'd, 
ItJL  Whose  welfare  fills  my  daily  care; 
My  present  joy,  my  future  crown, 
The  word  of  exhortation  hear: 

I  Stand  fast  upon  the  solid  rock 

Of  the  Redeemer's  righteousness; 
Adorn  the  gospel  with  your  lives, 
And  practice  what  your  lips  profess. 
I  With  pleasure  meditate  the  hour, 

When  he,  descending  from  the  skies. 
Shall  bid  your  bodies,  mean  and  vile, 

In  his  all-glorious  image  rise. 
Glory  in  his  dear  honour'd  name, 

To  him  inviolably  cleave; 
Your  all  he  purchas'd  by  his  blood. 
Nor  let  him  less  than  all  receive. 
Such  is  your  pastor's  faithful  charge, 

Whose  soul  desires  not  yours,  but  you; 
Oh  may  ke  at  the  Lord's  right  hand, 
Himself  and  all  his  people  vie  v.! 
452.      I,.  M. 
People  $  prayer  for  their  minister. 
"VJBTriTH  heav'nly  pow'r,  O  Lord,  defend 
u     Him  whom  we  now  to  thee  commend; 
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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.       453 

His  person  bless,  bis  soul  secure, 
And  make  him  to  the  end  endure. 

2  Gird  him  with  all-sufficient  grace; 
Direct  his  feet  in  paths  of  peace: 
Thy  truth  and  faithfulness  fulfil, 
And  help  him  to  obey  thy  will. 

3  Before  him  thy  protection  send, 
Oh  love  him.  save  him  to  the  end; 
Nor  let  him,  as  thy  pilgrim,  rove 
Without  the  convoy  of  thy  love. 

4  Enlarge,  inflame,  and  fill  his  heart; 
In  him  thy  mighty  pow'r  exert; 
That  thousands  yet  unborn  may  praise 
The  wonders  of  redeeming  grace. 

453.     S.  M.         Clark. 
Minister  going  a  journey. 

1  QJINCE  we  are  call'dto  part 
k3  From  our  beloved  friend, 
We  take  our  leave  as  one  in  heart, 

And  him  to  God  commend. 

2  Go  with  thy  servant,  Lord; 

His  every  step  attend; 
All  needful  help  to  him  afford, 
And  bless  him  to  the  end. 

3  May  he  proclaim  aloud 

The  wonders  of  thy  grace; 
And  do  thou  to  the  list'ning  crowil 
His  faithful  labours  bless. 

4  Shine  on  his  work  below, 

With  ever  gracious  beams; 

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54        EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

'Till  thou  in  heav'n  Lis  crown  bestow,. 
Adorn'd  with  brighter  gems. 

We  for  his  journey  pray, 

Nor  may  cur  prayers  cease, 
That  God  would  bless  him  in  his  way. 

And  bring  him  back  in  peace. 

Farewell,  dear  pastor,  go — 

We  part  with  thee  in  love; 
And  if  we  meet  no  more  below. 

Oh  may  we  meet  above! 

454.       P.  M. 
Pilgrim's  farewell. 

FARE-ye-well,  fare-ye-well,  fare-ye-well, 
my  loving  friends,  farewell; 
I  have  no  home  nor  stay  with  you; 
I'll  take  my  staff  and  travel  on, 
'Till  I  a  better  world  can  view. 

chorus. 
Farewell,  farewell,  farewell,  my  loving 
friends,  farewell! 
Fare-ye-well,  &c.  my    friends,  time    rolls 
along, 
Nor  waits  for  mortal  care  or  bliss; 
I  leave  you  here,  and  travel  on, 
'Till  1  arrive  where  Je:Ais  is. 
Farewell,  ftc. 
Fare-ye-well,  &c.  my  brethren  in  the  Lord, 
To  you  I'm  bound  by  cords  of  lore; 
382 


EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.       455 

But  we  believe  his  heav'nly  word, 
We  all,  ere  long,  shall  meet  above. 
Farewell,  &c. 

I  Fare-ye-well,  &c.  old  soldiers  of  the  cross, 
Yoa've  struggled  long  and  hard  for  heaven; 
You'«ve  counted  all  things  here  but  dross, 
Fight  on,  the  crown  shall  soon  be  giv'n. 
Fight  on,  &c. 

5  Fare-ye-well,  &c.  ye  blooming-sons  of  God, 

Sore  conflicts  yet  remain  for  you; 
Yet  dauntless  keep  the  heav'nly  road, 
'Till  Canaan's  happy  land  you  view. 
Farewell,  fyc, 

6  Fare-ye-well,  &c.  poor  careless  sinners  too; 

It  grieves  my  heart  to  leave  you  here — 
Eternal  vengeance  waits  for  you, 
O!  turn,  and  find  salvation  near! 
0/  turn,  §c. 

455.     L.  M.         Hart. 

Dismission . 

1  ¥~\ISMISS  us  with  thy  blessing,  Lord, 
JLP  Help  us  to  feed  upon  thy  word; 
All  that  we've  done  amiss  forgive, 
And  let  thy  truth  within  us  live. 

2  Though  we  are  guilty,  thou  art  good, 
Wash  all  our  works  in  Jesus'  blood; 
Give  every  felterM  soul  release, 
And  bid  us  all  depart  in  peace. 

383 


456  EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

456.       S.  M. 
Dismission. 

1  /~\N CE more,  before  we  part, 
V-J  Great  God,  attend  our  pray'r; 
And  seal  the  gospel  on  the  heart 

Of  every  person  here. 

2  And  if  we  meet  no  more, 

On  Zion's  holy  ground, 
Oh  may  we  reach  that  blissful  shore, 
To  which  thy  saints  are  bound. 


APPENDIX. 

The  fallowing  hymns  were  selected  after  the  bo- 
dy of  the  work,  with  the  necessary  arrange- 
ments, had  been  made  out  and  put  to  press. 
They  are  considered  too  valuable  to  be  omitied; 
and,  tlwugh  in  a  supplementary  form, will,  7ic~ 
xertheless,  occasion  very  liitle  interruption,  or 
difficulty  in  the  general  use  of  the  book\ 

457.     L.  M.        Bp.  Ken. 

A  morning  hymn. 

AWAKE  my  soul!  and  with  the  sub 
Thy  daily  stage  of  duty  run; 
Shake  off  dull  sloth,  and  joyful  rise 
To  pay  thy  morning  sacrifice. 
Lord,  I  my  vows  to  thee  renew, 
Scatter  my  sina  as  morning1  dew; 
Guard  my  first  springs  of  thought  and  will,, 
And  with  thyself  my  spirit  fill. 
Direct,  control,  suggest  this  day, 
All  I  design,  or  do,  or  say; 
That  all  my  pow'rs,  with  all  my  might, 
In  thy  sole  glory  may  unite. 
All  praise  to  thee,  who  safe  hast  kept, 
And  hast  refresh'd  me  while  I  slept: 
Grant,  Lord,  when  I  from  death  shall  wake . 
I  may  «rf  endless  life  partake. 

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468,  459  EVANGELICAL  HYMNS, 

458.     8,  7. 
To-morrow- 
I   "OOAST  not  thyself  of  days  to  come, 
JO  Nor  cherish  present  sorrow; 
Know  thou  art  hast'ningto  the  tomb, 
And  thine  is  not  to-morrow. 

2  The  present  day  thy  Maker  gives, 

Not  future  cares  to  borrow;— 
Know  God  is  good,  and  overlives; 
To  ldm  belongs  to-morrow. 

3  Kindred  and  friends  around  thee  die. 

Rank  after  rank  they  follow! 
Thy  moments  too,  how  quick  they  fly!; 
Thou  may'st.  be  gone  to-morrow! 

4  Vain  are  the  projects  mortals  form, 

With  toil  their  brows  they  furrow: 

Unlook'd  for  comes  a  ruthless  storm, 

And  blights  their  promisM  morrow 

5  Life  passes  like  a  tale  that's  told, 

And  days  fly  like  an  arrow; 
Whatever  of  earthly  good  we  hold- 
May  all  take  wing  to-morrow! 

6  But  though  man  dies  and  turns  to  dust, 

For  this  why  should  we  sorrow? 
God  will  restore  to  life  the  just, 
And  give  a  blissful  morrow. 
459.     L.  M. 
Friendly  warning  to  youth. 
|    TTQUN  G  people  all,  will  you.  attend, 
M.     While  1  address  you  in  God's  name5 
3C6. 


EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.       453 

Come,  hear  the  counsel  of  a  friend, 
Which  you  may  never  hear  again. 

You  seek  for  bliss  in  glitt'ring  toys; 
Sin's  fancied  sweets  your  hearts  approve! 

You'll  never  find.  subs{antialjoys, 
'Till  you  embrace  a  Saviour's  love. 

2  Youth,  like  the  spring,  will  soon  be  gone, 

By  fleeting  time,  and  conquering  death; 
Your  morning  sun  may  set  at  noon, 

And  you  give    up  your  parting  breath. 
The  sparkling  eye — the  blooming  cheek 

Must  wither  like  the  blighted,  rose; 
The  coffin,  earth,  and  winding  sheet, 

May  soon  your  active  limbs  enclose. 

Ye  thoughtless  ones,  who  heedless  rove, 

The  grave  may  soon  become  your  bed; 
Where  darkness  reigns,  and  vapours  move 

In  solemn  silence  round  your  head. 
Your  friends  will  pass  the  lonesome  place, 

And,  with  a  sigh,  march  slowly  on — 
Still  viewing  there  the  spires  of  grass 

Which  o'er  your  bodies  then  are  grown. 

But  oh! — the  soul,  that  never  dies, 
Descends  to  burning  flames  below! 

Tortur'd  with  keen  despair  it  cries, 
And  only  waits  for  deeper  woe! 

O,  then,  young  sinners,  turn  and  view 
The  Saviour  who  for  you  hath  died; 

Flse  death  eternal  waits  for  you 


Who  slight  a  Saviour  crucified. 


387 


460       EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

5  "While  God  invites,  how  blest  the  day; 

How  sweet  the  gospel's  charming  sound; 
Young  sinners,  haste,  O  haste  away, 

While  yet  a  pard'ning  God  he's  found:'' — 
Or  soon  with  yon,  'twill  be  too  late, 

The  way  of  life  inChrist  to  choose; 
Consider  now  your  dang'rous  state, 

And  Mercy's  call  no  more  refuse. 

4 GO.     C.  M.         Watts. 
Advantage  a  of  ca  rly  pr&ty. 
1   ff  APPY  the  man  whose  early  years 
-M-M-  Kecieve  instruction  well; 
Who  hates  the  sinner's  path,  and  fears 
The  road  that  leads  to  hell. 
1   For  youth  devoted  to  the  Lord, 
Is  pleasing;  in  his  eyes; 
A  flow'r,  when  offer'd  in  the' bud, 
Is  no  vain  sacrifice. 

3  'Tis  easier  work  if  we  begin 

To  fear  the  Lord  betimes; 
While  sinners,  who  grow  old  in  sin, 
Are  harden'd  in  their  crimes. 

4  It  saves  us  from  a  thousand  snares 

To  mind  religion  young; 
With  joy  it  crowns  succeeding  years. 
And  makes  our  virtue  strong. 
•  Oh  may  the  work  of  pray'r  and  praise 
Employ  our  daily  breath! 
Thus  we're  prepar'd  for  future  days,— 
Or  fit  for  earlv  death, 
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A    KGELICAL  HYMNS        461 

481.         5,  6. 
Good  news  to  sinnersi 

1  ^^OME,  sinners,  attend, 
Vy  And  make  no  delay; 
Good  news'  from  a  friend., 

I  bring  you  to-day; 
•    Glad  news  of  salvation 
Come  now  and  receive; 
There's  no  condemnation 
To  them  that  believe. 

2  I  AM  THAT  I  AM 

Hath  sent  me  to  you; 
Glad  news  to  proclaim. 

Your  .sins  to  subdue; 
To  you,  O  distressed, 

Afflicted,  forlorn, 
Whose  sins  are  increased, 

And  cannot  be  borne. 

3  But  still  if  you  cry, 

Oh,  what  is  his  name! 
You  have  the  reply, 

I  AM  THAT  I  AM: 
Though  blind, -lame,  and  feeble, 

And  helpless  you  lie, 
He's  willing  and  able 

Your  wants  to  supply. 

4  Then  only  believe, 

And  trust  in  bis  name; 
He  will  not  deceive, 
.\orput  you  to  shame; 

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462  EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

But  fully  supply  you 

With  all  things  in  store; 
Nor  will  he  deny  you 

Because  you  are  poor. 

462.     L.  P.  M.        Raffles. 
Prayer  of  a  penitent. 

1  TjlATHER  of  mercies,  God  of  love.' 
JO     Oh  hear  an  humble  suppliant's  cry; 
Bend  from  thy  lofty  seat  above, 

Thy  throne  of  glorious  majesty: 
Oh,  deign  to  listen  to  my  voice. 
And  bid  this  drooping  heart  rejoice. 

2  I  urge  no  merits  of  my  own, 

For  I,  alas!  am  all  that's  vile; 
No — when  I  bow  before  thy  throne, 

Dare  to  converse  with  God  awhile, 
Thy  name,  blesfr,  J.esus,  is  my  plea, 
That  dearest,  sweetest  name  to  me! 

3  Within  this  heart  of  mine,  I  feel 

The  weight  of  sin's  oppressive  lead*: 
Oh,  help!  or  else  I  sink  to  hell,r 

Crush'd  by  thine  arm,  avenging  God! 
Entomb'd  within  that  dread  abyss, 
And  exil'd  from  the  realms  of  bliss! 

4  But  ah!  the  thought  alone  is  hell — 

That  prospect  drives  me  to  despair; 
For  who  can  'mid  those  horrors  dwell? 

Or  who  those  dreadful  torments  bear? 
Where  not  a  ray  of  hope  appears, 
Or  beam  of  joy  the  bosom  cheers! 
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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.      463 

Yet,  mighty  God!  thy  pow'rful  arm 
Can  snatch  me  from  that  dread  abode; 

Can  shield  me  from  th'  impending  harm, 
And  ease  me  of  my  heavy  load: 

One  pard'ning  word  can  make  me  whole, 

And  sooth  the  anguish  of  my  soul. 

Father  of  mercies,  God  of  love, 

Then  hear  thy  humble  suppliant's  err, 

Eend  from  thy  lofty  seat  above, 
Thy  throne  of  glorious  majesty: 

Oh!  listen  to  a  sufferer's  voice,     N 

Then  shall  this  bleeding  heart  rejoice! 

463.     C.  M.  B. 

The  penitent. — Luke  vii.  36 — 50. 
'i     AS  once  the  Saviour  took  his  seat— 
1\  Attracted  by  his  fame, 
And  lowly  bending  at  his  feet, 
An.  humble  suppliant  came. 

2  Asham'd  to  lift  her  streaming  eyes 

His  holy  glance  to  meet, 

Shepour'd  her  costly  sacrifice 

Upon  the  Saviour's  feet. 

3  Oppress'd  with  sin  and  sorrow's  weight, 

And  sinking  in  despair, 
With  tears  she  wash'd  his  sacred  feet, 
And  wip'd  them  with  her  hair. 

4  "Depart  in  peace,''  the  Saviour  said, 

"Thy  sins  are  all  forgiv'n!" 
The  trembling  sinner  rais'd  her  head, 
In  peaceful  hope  of  heav'n. 

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464, 4G5  EVANGELICAL  HtMNS* 

464.     7s.        J.  Tailor. 
Penitential. ' 

GOD  of  mercy!  God  of  love! 
Hear  our  sad,  repentant  songs; 
Listen  to  thy  suppliant  race, 
Thou  to  whom  all  grace  belongs. 
2  Deep  regret  for  follies  past, 

Talents  wasted — time  mispent; 

Hearts  debas'd  by  worldly  cares, — 

Thankless  for  the  blessings  lent; — 

ii  Foolish  fears  and  fond  desires, 

Vain  regrets  for  things  as  vain; 

Lips  too  seldom  taught  to  praise, — . 

Oft  to  murmur  and  complain; — 

4  These,  and  every  secret  fault, 

FilPd  with  grief  and  shame,  we  own: 
Humbled  at  thy  feet  we  bow, 
Seeking  pardon  from  thy  throne. 

5  God  of  mercy!  God  of  grace! 

Hear  our  sad,  repentant  songs; 
Oh  restore  thy  suppliant  race. 
Thou  to  whom  all  grace  belongs! 
465.     L.  M.         Stoweli,. 
The  Mercy-scat. 

1  TT1ROM  every  stormy  wind  that  blows, 

£-      From  every  swelling  tide  of  woes,. 
There  is  a  calm,  a  sure  retreat, 
'Tis  found  beneath  the  Mercy-seat. 

2  There  is  a  place  where  Jesus  sheds 
The  oil  of  gladness  on  our  heads, 

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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.       466 

A  place  than  all  besides  more  sweet — 
It  is  the  blood-bought  Mercy-seat. 

There  is  a  scene  where  spirits  blend, 
Where  friend  holds  fellowship  with  friend, 
Though  sunder'd  far — by  faith  they  meet 
Arouudone  common  Mercy-seat. 

4  Ah!  whither  could  we  flee  for  aid 
When  tempted,  desolate,  dismay'd — 
Or  how  the  hosts  of  hell  defeat, 
Had  suffering  saints  no  mercy-seat! 
There!  there,  on  eagle-wing,  we  soar, 
And  sin  and  sense  seem  all  no  more; 
And  heav'n  comes  down  our  souls  to  greet, 
And  glory  crowns  the  mercy-seat. 
Oh  let  my  hand  forget  her  skill, 
My  tongue  be  silent,  cold,  and  still, 
This  bounding  heart  forget  to  beat. 
If  1  forget  the  Mercv-seatf 
466.       L.  M. 
The  convert, 

1  /"\NCE  in  this  world  I  wander'd  forth, 
^~r    Not  knowing  what  my  soul  was  worth.: 
But  now  I  rind  it  is  worth  more 
Than  all  this  world  laid  up  in  store. 
I  wander'd  long,  and  far  from  God, 
Down  in  destruction's  beaten  road; 
I  scorn 'd  his  grace — his  pow'r  defied, 
And  slighted  Jesus  crucified. 
With  tend'rest  voice  he  bade  me  flee 
The  paths  of  sin  and  misery; 

3£3 


46?       EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.    " 

Bat  I  ran  on  in  error's  maze, 

Nor  sought  his  face, -nor  lov'd  his  ways. 

4  To  nothing  fix'd — each  object  chang'd,— 
In  search  of  fancied  good  I  rang'd; 
The  paths  of  disappointment  trod, 

Still  wand'ring  farther  on  from  God. 

5  The  Holy  Ghost,  with  pow'r  divine, 
Convinc'd  this  guilty  soul  of  mine; 

And  conscience  threw  hear  darts  around—- 
The  poison  rankled  in  each  wound. 

6  Despair  and  death  my  heart  assail'd, 
And  all  my  hopes  of  comfort  fail'd; 
O'erwhelm'd  with  guilt,  and  shame,  and  grief, 
To  God  I  cried  to  send  relief. 

7  My  streaming- eyes  to  heav'n  were  rear'd, 
And  Mercy's  radiant  form  appear'd; 
She  whisper'd  peace  and  hope  within, 
Bade  sorrows  cease— and  joys  beg-in. 

.8  She  took  my  load  of  guilt  away, 
And  turn'd  my  darkness  int©  day; 
She  spake  at  once  my  sinsforgiv'n, 
And  gave  me  happiness  and  heav'n. 
46?.     8,  7. 
The  young  convert. 
1  TSTTTHEN  I  was  young—of  tender  years>, 
»  »      The  Saviour  did  invite  me; 
My  heart  was  fill'd  with  many  fears, 

But  Satan  did  entice  me. 
He  told  me  that  I  was  too  young* 
To  leave  my  worldly  pleasure— 
354 


EVANGELICAL  HYM>'S.       46? 

He  bade  me  seek  the  youthful  throng, 

And  fear  God  at  my  leisure. 
At  length  the  Spirit  came  one  day, 

With  a  convincing  power; 
I  saw  the  danger  of  my  way, 

And  trembled  every  hour. 
Then  I  was  brought,  in  deep  distress, 

To  cry,  "Lord  Jesus,  save  me — 
On  me  bestow  thy  pard'ning  grace, 

That  I  may  ever  praise  thee." 

The  Saviour  heard  my  mournful  cry — 

It  mov'd  his  kind  compassion; 
He  sent  salvation  from  on  high, 

And  pardon'd  my  transgression. 
My  heart  dissolv'd  in  tenderness — 

My  mouth  was  fill'd  with  praises — 
My  tongue  could  not  my  joy  express, — 

All  glory  to  my  Jesus! 

Since  Ihavelearn'd  the  Saviour's  ways, 

My  soul  has  been  delighted; 
And  wonder  why,  in  blooming  days, 

By  youth,  he  should  be  slighted. 
The  worth  of  their  immortal  souls 

Could  they  but  once  discover, 
They  would  not,  for  ten  thousand  worlds, 

Reject  their  only  Saviour. 
Oh  come  young  friends,  your  ways  forsake 

And  go  with  me  to  glory; 
We'll  sweetly  sing — we'll  there  relate 

Redemption's  pleasing  story. 

395 


4b'8        EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

Leave  all  your  sports  and  glitfring  toys, 

For  happiness  eternal; 
Or  bid  adieu  to  heav'nly  joys — 

To  Christ  and  glory — farewell. 

468.     C.  P.  M.         Brown. 
True  convert. — 2  Cor.  v.  17. 

1  "^OTTIIEN  with  my  mind  devoutly  press'd 

»  ▼      Dear  Saviour,  my  revolving  breast 

Would  past  offences  .trace; 
Trembling  I  make  the  black  review, 
Yetpleas'd  behold,  admiring  too, 

The  powV  of  changing  grace. 

2  This  tongue  with  blasphemies  defiTd, 
These  feet  to  erring  paths  beguil'd, 

\n  heav'nly  league  agree; 
Who  would  believe  such  lips  could  praise, 
Or  think  from  dark  and  winding  ways, 

I  e1er  should  turn  to  thee? 

3  These  eyes  that  once  abus'd  the  light, 
Now  lift  to  thee  their  wat'ry  sight, 

And  weep  a  silent  flood; 
These  hands  are  rais'd  in  ceaseless  pray\\ 
Oh,  wash  away  the  stains  they  wear, 

In  pure  redeeming  blood. 

4  These  ears,  that  once  could  entertain 
The  midnight  oath,  the  festive  strain, 

Around  the  sinful  board; 
Now  deaf  to  all  th'  enchanting  noise, 
.Avoid  the  throng,  detest  their  joys. 

And  long  to  hear  thy  word. 
3&S 


EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.       469 

Tims  art  thou  serv'd  in  every  part; 

Go  on,  bless'd  Lord,  to  cleanse  my  heart, 

That  drossy  thing  refine; 
That  grace  may  nature's  pow'rs  control, 
And  a  new  creature,  body,  soul, 

Be  all  and  wholly  thine. 

4$9.     P.  M. 
Wonderous  Love. 

WHAT  wondrous  love  is  this,  0  my  soul, 
O  my  soul! 
What  wondrous  love  is  this,  O  my  soul! 
What  wondrous  love  is  this,   that  caus'd 
the  Lord  of  bliss 
To  bear  the  dreadful  curse,  for  my  soul,  for 

my  soul— 
To  bear  the  dreadful  curse  for  my  soul! 

When  I  was  sinking  down,  sinking  down* 

sinking  down, 
When  I  was,  &c. 

When  I  was  sinking  down  beneath  God's 

righteous  frown, 
Christ  laid  aside  his  crown,  for  my  soul,  for 

my  soul, 
Christ,  &c. 

3  Ye  winged  Seraphs  fly — bear  the  news— 
bear  the  news, 
Ye  winged  Seraphs,  kc. 

397 


4?0        EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

Ye  winged  Seraphs,  fly  like  comets  through 

the  sky  [news, 

Fill  vast  eternity  with  the  news,  with  the 

Fill,  &c. 

4  To  God  and  to  the  Lamb,  I  will  sing-,  I  wil* 

sing, 

ToGod.,&c.  [I  AM,— 

To  God  and  to  the  Lamb,  and  to  the  great 

While  millions  join  the  theme, — I  will  sing, 

I  will  sing, 
While,  &c. 

5  Ye  sons  of  Zion's  King — join  the  praise- 

join  the  praise, 
Ye  sons,  &c. 

Ye  sons  of  Zion's  King,  with  hearts  and 
voices  sing, 
And  strike  each  tuneful  string,  in  his  praise^] 

in  his  praise, 
And  strike,  &c. 
C  And  when  to  that  bright  world  we  arrive,- 
we  arrive, 
And  when,  &c. 

When  to  that  world  we  go,  free  from  all 
pain  and  woe, 
We'll  join  the  happy  throng,  and  sing  on,, 

and  sing  on, 
We'll  join  the  happy  throng,  and  sing  on. 
470.       L.  M. 
The  Wonder. 
1  IT  is  a  glorious  mystery — 
X  'Tis  a  wonder-wonder-  wonder'    . 
393 


EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.       47 \ 

That  ever  I  should  saved  be, — 

'Tis  a  wonder,  wonder,  wonder! 
No  heart  can  think,  no  tongue  can  tell, 

'Tis  a  wonder,  wonder,  wonder! 
Why  God  should  save  my  soul  from  hell;, 

'Tis  a  wonder,  wonder,  wonder! 
Great  mystery  I  do  behold, 

'Tis  a  wonder,  &c. 
That  God  should  ever  save  a  soul; 
But  here's  a  greater  mystery, 
That  he  bestow'd  his  grace  on  me. 

Great  mystery  that  Christ  should  place 
His  love  on  Adam's  sinful  race; 
But  here's  a  greater  mystery —  . 
That  he  should  set  his  love  on  me, 

1  Oh  why  was  I  not  left  behind, 
With  thousand  others  of  mankind. 
Who  run.  the  dang'rous,  sinful  race, 
And  die,  and  never  taste  his  grace  f 
No  mortal  can  a  reason  find; 
Tis  mercy  free — tis  grace  divine; 
Oli,  lis  a  glorious  mystery, 
And  will  be — to  eternity. 

471.     L,  M.         E.xfield. 
Humility. 

W'HEREFORE  should  man,  frail  child 
of  clay, 
Who,  from  the  oradle  to  the  shroud, 
Lives  but  the  insect  of  a  day — 
-Qhjwhy  should  mortal  naan  be  proud' 


472       EVANGELICAL  HYMNS, 

2  His  brightest  visions  just  appear, 

Then  vanish,  and  no  more  are  founds 
The  stateliest  pile  his  pride  can  rear, 
A  breath  may  level  with  the  ground* 

3  Follies  and  crimes,  a  countless  sum, 

Are  crouded  in  life's  little  span: 
How  ill,  alas!  does  pride  become 
That  erring,  guilty  creature,  maw! 

4  God  of  my  life,  Father  divine! 

Give  me  a  meek  and  lowly  mind: 
In  modest  worth,  O  let  me  shine, 
And  peace  in  humble  virtue  find. 

472.     7s.         Barbatjld. 
Praise  in  prosperity  and  adversity. 

1  TTJRAISE  to  God,  immortal  praise, 
JL     For  the  love  that  crowns  our  days; 
Bounteous  source  of  every  joy!— 

Let  thy  praise  our  songs  employ: 

2  For  the  blessings  of  the  field, 
For  the  stores  that  gardens  yield, 
For  the  vine's  exalted  juice, 
For  the  gen'rous  olive's  use; 

3  Flocks  that  whiten  all  the  plain, 
Yellow  sheaves  of  ripen'd  grain, 
Clouds  that  drop  their  fatt'ningdews, 
Suns  that  ternp'rate  warmth  diffuse: 

4  All  that  spring,  with  bounteous  hand, 
Scatters  o'er  the  smiling  land; 

All  that  lib'ral  autumn  pours 
From  her  rich  e'crflowing  sterns*;— 
466 


EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.         473 

5  These  to  thee  our  God,  we  owe, 
Source,  whence  all  our  blessings  flow; 
And  for  these  our  souls  shall  raise 
Grateful  vows  and  solemn  praise. 

6  Yet  should  rising  whirlwinds  tear 
From  its  stem,  the  opening;  ear; 
Should  the  fig-tree's  blasted  shoot 
Drop  its  green  untimely  fru?t: — 
Should  the  vine  put  forth  no  more, 
Nor  the  olive  yield  her  store; 
Though  the  sickening  flocks  should  fall, 
And  the  herds  desert  the  stall; — 

Yet  to  thee  our  souls  shall  raise 
Grateful  vows  and  solemn  praise; 
And,  when  every  blessing's  flown, 
Love  thee  for  thyself  alone. 

473.     L.  M.         Proud. 
The  aged  Christian  longing  for  heaven, 

O  COULD  I  soar  to  worlds  above, 
That  bless'd  abode  of  peace  and  love! 
How  gladly  would  I  mount  and  fly 
On  angel's  wings  to  joys  on  high! 
But  ah!  still  longer  must  I  stay, 
Ere  darksome  night  is  chang'd  to  day; 
More  crosses,  sorrows,  conflicts  bear, 
ExposM  to  trials,  pains,  and  care. 
Then  let  these  troubles  still  abound; 
Let  thorns  and  briers  strew  the  ground; 
Let  storms  and  tempests  dreadful  come, 
Till  I  arrive  atheav'n  my  home: — 

A  A  401 


474       EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

4  My  Father  knows  what  for  me's  best, 
And  how  to  lead  to  peace  and  rest; 
To  him  I  cheerful  give  my  all, — 

Go  where  he  guides,  and  wait  his  call. 

5  When  he  commands  my  soul  away, 

Not  kingdoms  then  should  tempt  my  stay; 
With  rapture  I  shall  wake,  and  rise 
To  join  my  friends  above  the  skies. 
474.     L.  M.         Logan. 
Prayer  of  the  dying  Christian. 

THE  hour  of  my  departure's  come; 
I  hear  the  voice  that  calls  me  home; 
At  last,  O  Lord!  let  trouble  cease, 
And  let  thy  servant  die  in  peace. 

2  The  race  appointed  I  have  run; 
The  combat's  o'er — the  prize  is  won; 
And  now  my  witness  is  on  high, 
And  now  my  record's  in  the  sky. 

3  I  leave  the  world  without  a  tear, 
Save  for  the  friends  I  hold  so  dear: 
To  heal  their  sorrows,  Lord!  descend 
And  to  the  friendless — prove  a  friend! 

I  I  come,  I  come  at  thy  command, 
I  yield  my  spirit  to  thy  hand! 
Stretch  forth  thine  everlasting  arms. 
And  shield  me  in  the  last  alarms. 

»  The  hour  of  my  departure's  come, 
I  hear  the  voice  that  calls  me  home; 
Now,  O  my  God!  let  trouble  cease;-r- 
Now  let  thy  servant  die  in  peace. 
402 


EVANGELICAL  HYMNS    475,476 
475.       L.  M. 

Consolation  to  surviving- friends. 
Weep  not  for  me,  but  weep  for  yourselves."— 

Luke  xxiii.  28. 
[  ~1/17~HY  weep  for  those — frail   child  of 
TT  woe — 

Who've  fled  and  left  thee  mourning  here? 
Triumphant  o'er  their  latest  foe, 
They  glory  in  a  brighter  sphere. 
\  Weep  not  for  them; — beside  thee  now 
Perhaps  they  watch  with  guardian  care> 
And  witness  tears  that  idly  flow 

O'er  those  who  bliss  of  angels  share. 
I  Or  round  their  Father's  throne  above, 
With  raptur'd  voice  his  praise  they  sing; 
Or  on  his  messages  of  love 

They  journey  with  unwearied  wing*. 
1  Space  cannot  check — thought  cannot  bound 
The"  high  exulting  souls,  whom  he. 
Whoform'd  these  million  worlds  around, 
Takes  to  his  own  eternity. 

Weep,  weep  no  more; — their  voices  raise 
The  song  of  triumph  high  to  God; 

And  would  thou  join  their  song  of  praise, 
Walk  humbly  in  the  path  they  trod. 

476.      L.  M- 

On  the  death  of  a  child. 

AS  the  sweet flow'r  that  scents  the  mere. 
But  withers  in  the  rising  day, 


477       EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

Thus  lovely  seem'd  the  infant's  dawn! 
Thus  swiftly  fled  his  life  away! 

2  Ere  sin  he  knew,  or  sorrow  sad, 

Death  timely  came  with  friendly  care; 
The  opening  bud  to  heav'n  convey 'd, 
And  bade  it  bloom  forever  there. 

3  Yet  the  sad  hour  that  took  the  boy, 

Perhaps  has  spar'd  a  heavier  doom,— 
Snatch'd  him  from  scenes  of  guilty  joy, 
Or  from  the  pangs  of  ills  to  come. 

4  He  died  before  his  infant  soul 

Had  ever  burn'd  with  wrong  desire; — 
Had  learn'd  to  spurn  at  heav'n 's  control, 
Or  quench  the  Spirit's  sacred  fire. 

5  He  died  to  sin — he  died  to  care; 

But  for  a  moment  felt  the  rod; 
Then  springing  on  the  viewless  air, 

Spread  his  light  wings,  andsoar'd  to  God 

477.       C.  M. 

Resurrection . 

1  rilHE  winter  past,  reviving  flowers 

JL    Anew  shall  paint  the  plain; 
The  woods  shall  hear  the  voice  of  Spring, 
And  flourish  green  again. 

2  Shall  man  depart  this  earthly  scene, 

Ah'  never  to  return! — 
No  second  Spring  of  life  revive 
The  ashes  of  tne  urn! — 

3  'Shall  life  revisit  dying  worms, 

And  spread  the  insect's  wing? 
404 


EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.       478 

And  oh!  shall  man  awake  no  more, 

The  Saviour's  name  to  sing? 
'Cease,  all  ye  vain  desponding  fears; 

When  Christ  from  darkness  sprang-, 
Death,  the  last  foe,  was  captive  led, 

And  heav'n  with  praises  rang. 
The  trump  shall  sound; — the  gates  of  death 

Shall  make  his  children  way; 
From  the  cold  tomb  the  slumbrera  spring, 
'  And  shine  in  endless  day.* 

478.     C.  M.         Strong. 
Slain  andruvirin^.—  Roa.  vii.  9. 

SMOTE  by  the  law,  Fmjustly  slain; 
Great  God,  behold  my  case; 
Pity  a  sinner  nil'd  with  pain, 
Nor  drive  me  from  thy  face. 

Dread  terrors  fright  my  guilty  soul-— 

Thy  justice,  all  in  fliraes, 
Gives  sentence  on  this  heart  so  foul, 

So  hard,  so  fall  of  crimes. 

'Tis  trembling  hardness  that  I  feel; 

I  fear,  but  don't  relent  — 
Perhaps  of  endless  death  the  seal: 

Oh,  that  I  could  repent! 
My  pray'rs,  my  tears,  my  vows  are  vile; 

My  duties  black  with  guilt: 
On  such  a  wretch  can  mercy  smile, 

Though  Jesus'  blood  was  spilt? 
Speechless  I  sink  to  endless  night, 

I  see  an  op'ningheU; 

40* 


479       EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

But  lo!  what  glory  strikes  my  sight! 
Such  glory  who  can  tell! 

6  Enrapt  in  these  bright  beams  of  peace, 
I  feel  a  gracious  God: 
Swell,  swell  the  note!  O  tell  his  grace! 
Sound  his  high  praise  abroad! 
479.     8,  7.         Newton. 
Bartimeus. — Mark  x.  48. 

1  "]t/g"ERCY,  O  thou  son  of  David!" 

lT-i-  Thus  the  blind  Bartirn'us  pray'd, 
"Others  by  thy  word  are  saved, 
Now  to  me  afford  thine  aid." 

2  Many,  for  his  crying,  chid  him, 

But  he  call'd  the  louder  still; 
Till  the  gracious  Saviour  bid  him, 
"Come,  and  ask  me  what  you  will." 

3  Money  was  not  what  he  wanted, 

Though  by  begging  us'd  to  live; 
But  he  ask'd,  and  Jesus  granted 
Alms  which  none  but  he  could  give. 

4  "Lord,  remove  this  grievous  blindness, 

Let  my  eyes  behold  the  day!"     , 
Straight  he  saw,  and  won  by  kindness, 
Follow'd  Jesus  in  the  way. 
h  Oh!  methinks,  I  hear  him  praising, 
Publishing  to  all  around; 
"Friends,  is  not  my  case  amazing? 
What  a  Saviour  I  have  found! 
8  "Oh!  that  all  the  blind  but  knew  him, 
And  would  be  advis'd  by  me! 
406 


EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.  480,  481 


Surely  they  would  hasten  to  him, 
He. would  cause  them  all  to  see." 

480.     C.  M.  Newton. 

The  storni  hushed. 
'nniS  past — the  dreadful  stormy  night 

X    Is  gone,  with  all  its  fears! 

And  mmw  I  see  returning  light, 

The  Lord,  my  Sun,  appears. 

Oh,  wondrous  change!  but  just  before, 

Despair  beset  me  round; 
I  heard  the  lion's  horrid  roar, 

And  trembled  at  the  sound. 
Before  corruption,  guilt,  and  fear, 

My  former  comforts  fell; 
And  I  discover'd,  standing  near, 

The  dreadful  depths  of  hell. 
But  Jesus  pitied  my  distress; 

He  heard  my  feeble  cry, 
Reveal'd  his  blood  and  righteousness, 

And  brought  salvation  nigh. 
Dear  Lord,  since  thou  hast  broke  my  bands 

'And  set  the  captive  free, 
I  would  devote  my  tongue,  my  hands, 

My  heart,  my  all  to  thee. 

481.     7s.        Newton. 
Sovereign  grace. 

SOV'REIGN  grace  hath  pow'r  alone 
To  subdue  a  heart  of  stone; 
And  the  moment  grace  is  felt, 
Then  the  hardest  heart  will  melt. 

407 


482       EVANGELICAL  HYMNS, 

2  When  the  Lord  was  crucified. 
Two  transgressors  with  him  died? . 
One,  with  vile  blaspheming  tongue  - 
Scoff'd  at  Jesus  as  he  hung. 

3  Thus  he  spent  his  wicked  breath 
In  the  very  jaws  of  death; 
Ferish'd,  as  too  many  do, 
With  the  Saviour  in  his  view. 

4  But  the  other,  touch'd  with  grace. 
Saw  the  danger  of  his  case; 
Faith  receiv'd  to  own  the  Lord, 
Whom  the  scribes  and  priests  abhor'd. 

5  'Lord,' he  pray 'd,  'remember  me, 
When  in  glory  thou  shalt  be:' 
'Soon  with  me,'  the  Lord  replies, 
'Thou  shalt  rest  in  paradise.' 

6  This  was  wondrous  grace  indeed, 
Grace  bestow'd  in  time  of  need! 
Sinners,  trust  in  Jesus'  name, 
You  shall  find  him  still  the  same. 

482.     C.  M.         Newton. 
doming  to  Jesus. 

1  A  PPROACH,  my  soul,  the  mercy-seat ; 
jljL  Where  Jesus  answers  pray 'r; 
There  humbly  fall  before  his  feet, 

For  none  can  perish  there. 

2  Thy  promise  is  my  only  plea, 

With  this  I  venture  nigh; 
Thou  caliest  burden'd  souls  to  thc.et 
And  such;  O  Lord,  am  J. 
4QB 


EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.       48,3 

3  Bow'd  down  beneath  a  load  of  sin, 

By  satan  sorely  press'd, 
By  wars  without,  and  fears  within, 
I  come  to  thee  for  rest. 

4  Be  thou  my  shield  and  hiding  place, 

That,  shelter'd  near  thy  side, 
J  may  my  fierce  accuser  face, 
And  tell  him,  "Thou  hast  died." 

5  Oh  wondrous  love!  to  bleed  and  die, 

To  bear  the  cross  and  shame; 
That  guilty  sinners,  such  as  I, 
Might  plead  thy  gracious  name. 

6  "Poor  tempest-tossed  soul,  be  still. 

My  promised  grace  receive:" 
Tis  Jesus  speaks — 1  must,  I  will, 
I  can,  I  do  believe. 

483.     L.  M.         Medley.   . 
Look  again. — Jonah  ii.  4. 

1  QEE  a  poor  sinner,  dearest  Lord, 

kj  Whose  soul,  encourag'd  by  thy  word, 
At  mercy's  footstool  would  remain, 
And  there  would  look,  and  look  again. 

2  How  oft,  deceiv'd  by  self  and  pride, 
Has  my  poor  heart  been  turn'd  aside, 
And,  Jonah-like,  has  fled  from  thee, 
Till  thou  bast  look'd  again  on  me. 

^  Ah!  bring  a  wretched  wand'rer  home! 
And  to  thy  footstool  let  me  come, 
And  tell  thee  all  my  grief  and  pain, 
And  wait,  and  look,  and  look  again. 

408 


484      EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

4  Do  fears  and  doubts  thy  soul  annoy? 
Do  thund'ring  tempests  drown  thy  joy! 
And  canst  thou  not  one* smile  obtain! 
Yet  wait,  and  look,  and  look  again. 

£  Take  courage  then,  my  trembling  soul, 
One  look  from  Christ  will  make  thee  whole 
Trust  thou  in  him,  'tis  not  in  vain, 
But  wait,  and  look,  and  look  again. 

6  That  wislvd-for  period  soon  will  come, 
When  I  shall  reach  my  blissful  home; 
And  when  to  glory  I  attain, 
Oh  then  Til  look,  and  look  again. 

484.      P.  M. 
Who  can  tell? — Jonah  iii.  9. 

1  f~1  RE  AT  God,  to  thee  I  make 
\JC  My  sins  and  sorrows  known; 
And  with  a  trembling  heart 

Approach  thine  awful  throne; 
Though  by  my  sins  deserving  hell, 
I  must  repent — for  who  can  tell! 

2  Oh  thou,  who  by  a  word 

My  drooping  soul  canst  cheer, 
And  by  thy  Spirit  form 

Thy  glorious  image  there — 
My  heart  subdue,  my  fears  dispel, 
I  mast  repent — for  who  can  tell?— 

3  While  conscience  thunders  loud, 

To  thee  alone  I  fly — 
Falldown  before  thy  face 
Aud  mightily  will  cry — 
410 


EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.       485 

Though  fears  prevail  that  I  shall  dwell 
In  endless  flames — yet  who  can  tell? 
God  hath  an  ear  to  hear, 

While  I've  a  heart  to  pray — 
To  him  I  will  submit, 

And  give  myself  away; 
If  he  bo  mine,  all  will  be  well, 
Forever  so — and  who  can  tell? 

485.     L.  M.         Doddridge. 
Private  devotion. 

RETURN,  my  roving  heart,  return, 
And  chase  these  shadowy  forms  no  more; 
Seek  out  some  soli'ude  to  mourn, 
And  thy  forsaken  God  implore. 

Wisdom  and  pleasure  dwell  at  home; 

Retir"d  and  silent  seek  them  there- 
This  is  the  way  to  overcome — 

The  way  to  break  the  tempter's  snare. 

Oh  thou,  great  God,  whose  piercing  eye 

Distinctly  marks  each  deep  recess, 
In  these  sequester'd  hours  draw  nigh, 

And  with  thy  presence  fill  the  place. 
Through  all  the  windings  of  my  heart, 

My  search  let  heav'nly  wisdom  guide, 
And  still  its  radiant  beams  impart, 

Till  all  be  search'd  and  purified. 
Then,  with  the  visits  of  thy  love, 

Vouchsafe  my  inmost  soul  to  cheer; 
Till  every  grace  shall  join  to  prove, 

That  God  hath  fix'd  his  dwelling  there, 

411 


486,437  EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

486.     C.  M.         Haweis. 
Remember  me. — Neh.  xiii.  31. 

1  4T\  THOU,  from  whom  all  goodness  flows1-, 
VJ  I  lift  my  heart  to  thee; 
In  all  my  sorrows,  conflicts,  woes, 

Dear  Lord,  remember  me. 

2  Whene'er  on  my  poor,  burden'd  heart 

My  sins  lie  heavily, 
My^pardon  speak,  new  peace  impart, 
In  love  remember  me. 

3  Temptations  sore  obstruct  my  way, 

To  shake  my  faith  in  thee; 
Oh  give  me  strength,  Lord,  as  my  day; 
For  good  remember  me. 

4  When  in  desertion's  dismal  night, 

Thy  face  I  cannot  see, 
Then,  Lord,  arise,  with  glorious  light, 
And  still  remember  mte. 

5  If  on  my  face,  for  thy  dear  name, 

Shame  and  reproaches  be, 
All  hail /reproach,  and  welcome,  shame, 
If  thou  remember  me. 

6  The  hour  is  near,  consign'd  to  death, 

I  own  my  just  decree; 
Saviour,  with  my  last,  parting  breath, 
I'll  cry,  "remember  me." 
437.     lis. 
And  the  soul  of  (he  people  was  much  diseouragtd 
because  of  the  way. — Num.  xxi.  4. 

HOW  many  and  great  are  the  foes  whicb 
infest 
The  way  thro' this  world  to  the  Canaan  »f  rest'2 
412 


EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.       4S7 

The  traveller  ever  his  Lord  would  obey, 
Yet  oft  is  discourag'd  because  of  the  way. 

2  Though  Satan,  the  world,  and  corruptions 

combine. 
And  try  to  prevent  the  poor  Pilgrim's  design, 
They  cannot  destroy ,  though  they  often  betray, 
And  make  him  discourag'd  because  of  the  way. 

When  good   he  wowld    do,    imperfections 
abound, 

His  graces  are  weak,  and  temptations  surround; 
For  many  turn  back,  and  would  lead  him  astray, 
Which  makes  him  discourag'd  because  of  the 
way. 

4  Yet  why  should  the  Christian   of  Canaan 
despair, 

Perplex'd  or  alarm'd  with  dishonouring  fear1? 
Let  him  but  his  map  and  his  leader  obey, 
Nor  more  be  discourag'd  because  of  the  way. 

5  In  Christ  inexhaustible  treasures  are  stor'd, 
And  Jesus  will  suitable  blessings  afiordj 
Then  why  should  the  Pilgrim  be  fill'd  with  dis- 
may] 

Or  why  be  discourag'd  because  of  the  way? 

Unquenchable  love  and  omnipotent  pow'r, 
Will  land  him  ere  lougon  the  heavenly  shore; 
There  pleasure  eternal  will  amply  repay, 
Per  all  ike  disceara^ejaaente  found  in  the  way, 

413 


48S       EVANGELICAL  HYMNS, 

483.     P.  M.         Newton. 
The  Lord  will  see,  or  prvvide.— Gen.  xxii.  14. 

THO'  troubles  assail,  and  dangers  affright, 
Tho'  friends  should  all  fail,  and  foes  alii 
unite, 
Yet  one  thing  secures  us,  whatever  betide — 
The  scripture  assures  us,  the  Lord  willprovide. 

2  [The  birds,  without  barn  or  store-house,  are 

fed; 

From  them  let  us  learn  to  trust  for  our  bread: 
His  saints  what  is  fitting  shall  ne'er  be  denied, 
So  long  as  'tis  written,  the  Lord  will  provide. 

3  We  may,  like  the  ships,  by  tempests  be  tost, 
On  perilous  deeps,  but  cannot  be  lost; 
Tho'  Satan  enrages  the  wind  and  the  tide, 
The  promise  engages  the  Lord  will  provide.] 

4  His  call  we  obey,  like  Abrah'mof  old, 
Not  knowing  our  way,  but  faith  makes  us  bold; 
For  tho'  we  are  strangers,  we  have  a  good 

guide, 

And  trust,  in  all  dangers,  the  Lord  will  pro- 
vide. 

5  [When  Satan  appears  to  stop  up  our  path, 
And  fill  us  with  fears,  we  triumph  by  faith, 
He  cannot  take  from  us,  tho'  oft  he  has  tried, 
This  heart-cheering  promise,  the  Lord  will! 

provide. 

6  He  tells  us  we're  weak,  our  hope  is  in  vain- 
The  good  that  we  seek,  we  ne'er  shall  obtain; 

414 


EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.       489 

Jut  when  such  suggestions  our  spirits  have 
plied, 

"hi3  answers  all  questions,  the  Lord  will  pro- 
vide.] 

No  strength  of  our  own,   or  goodness  we 

claim; 
et  since  we  have  known  the  Saviour's  great 

name, 
i  this  our  strong  tow'r  for  safety  we  hide, 
"he  Lord  is  our  pow'r — the  Lord  will  provide: 

When  life  sinks  apace,  and  death  is  in  view, 
his  word  of  his  grace  shall  comfort  us  thro': 

0  fearing  or  doubting,  with  Christonourside, 
re  hope  to  die  shouting — the  Lord  will  pro- 
vide. 

439.      6,  9. 
Exultation. 

1  |^OME  away  to  the  skies, 
V_y  My  beloved  arise, 

And  rejoice  in  the  day  thou  wast  born; 

On  this  festival  day, 

Come  exulting  away, 
And,  with  singing,  to  Zion  return. 

2  We  have  laid  up  our  love, 
With  our  treasure  above, 

(Though  our  bodies  continue  below; 

The  redeem'd  of  the  Lord, 

We  remember  his  word, 
And,  with  singing,  to  Paradise  go. 

415 


490        EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

3  For  thy  glory  we  were 
First  created,  to  share 

Both  thy  nature  and  kingdom  divine: 
Now  created  again, 
That  our  souls  may  remain, 

Both  in  time  and  eternity  thine. 

4  With  thanks  we  approve 
The  design  of  thy  love, 

Which  hath  join 'd  us  in  Jesus's  name; 

So  united  in  heart, 

That  we  never  can  part — 
We  shall  meet  at  the  feast  of  the  Lamb. 

■5  There,  O,  there  at  his  feet, 

We  shall  joyfully  meet, 
And  be  parted  in  body  no  more; 

We  shall  sing  to  our  lyres, 

With  the  heavenly  choirs, 
And  our  Saviour  in  glory  adore. 
6       Hallelujah  we  sing, 

To  our  Father  and  King, 
And  his  rapturous  praises  repeat; 

To  the  Lamb  that  was  slain, 

Hallelujah  again; — 
Sing- all  heaven  and  fall  at  his  feet. 

490.     8s.         Collyer. 
The  last  corifiict. 
1   T  SOON  shall  accomplish  my  race, 
A  And  soar  to  the  temple  on  high; 
©ear  Jesus, beholding  thy  face, 
I  cheerfully  yield  me  t«  die. 
416 


EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.       491 

Farewell,  my  distress  and  my  woe — 
The  storms  of  existence  are  o'er; 

Though  fiercely  the  tempest  may  blow, 
Its  fury  appals  me  no  more. 

More  quickly  and  shorter  I  breathe — 

The  dew  is  o'erspreading  my  cheek— 
I  feel  the  approaches  of  death, 

My  heartstrings  beginning  to  break; 
A  struggle  or  two  and  'tis  done — 

From  earth  and  its  anguish  I  fly; 
The  palm  of  the  conquerer  won, 

I  live  by  submitting  to  die. 

491,      §s. 
Job  xvi.  22.  xvii.  1,  11. 

1WAIT  a  few  sorrowful  years, 
And  then  I  no  longer  shall  mourn, 
But  flee  from  the  valley  of  tears, 

A  way  I  shall  never  return: 
My  days  are  all  vanish'd  away 

Broke  off  the  designs  of  my  heart; 
No  longer  on  earth  1  delay, 

Or  linger  as  loth  to  depart. 
My  days  are  extinguish'd  and  gone— 

My  time  as  a  shadow  is  fled, 
And  gladly  I  lay  myself  down 

To  rest  with  the  peaceable  dead: 
The  dead  ever-living  attend, 

Whose  dust  is  all  safe  in  the  tomb, 
And  many  a  glorified  friend 

jc  roadv  to  welcome  me  home. 


492      EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

492.     L.  M.         Campbell. 
Young  converts  warned  and  encouraged* 

1  ^AY  now,  ye  lovely  social  band,  , 

^  Who  walk  the  way  to  Canaan's  land, 
Ye  who  have  fled  from  Sodom's  plain, 
Say,  do  you  wish  to  turn  again? 
Oh!  have  you  ventur'd  to  the  field. 
Well  arm'd  with  helmet,  sword,  and  shielc 
And  shall  the  world,  with  dread  alarms, 
Compel  you  now  to  ground  your  arms? 

2  Oh,  come  young  soldiers  count  the  cost, 
And  say,  what  pleasures  have  you  lost? 
Or  what  misfortune  docs  it  bring- 
To  have  Jehovah  for  your  King! 

Shall  sin  entice  you  back  again, 
And  bind  you  with  its  iron  chain? 
Has  vice  to  you  such  lovely  charms 
That  you  must  di<e  within  its  arms? 

3  Is  folly's  way  the  way  of  peace, 
Where  fear,  and  pain,  and  sorrow  cease2 
Does  pleasure  roll  its  living  stream, 
And  is  religion  oil  a  dream? 

Hav,  what  contentment  did  you  find 
When  love  of  pleasure  rul'd  your  mind? 
No  sweet  reflection  gave  you  rest, 
Nor  conscious  virtue  calm'd  your  breast. 

4  Did  yon  not  dread  the  hast'ning  day 
That  must  sweep  carnaljoys  away, 
When  death  shall  sing  in  mournful  strain 
"Let  dust  return  to  dust  again?" 

But  now  your  thoughts  delight  to  soar 
41E 


EVANGELICAL  HYMNS,       49$ 

Where  earth  and  time  shall  be  no  more; 
They  pass  the  grave,  and  mount  on  high 
To  the  fair  field  above  the  sky. 
There,  on  the  hill  of  sweet  repose, 
You'll  bid  adieu  to  all  your  woes; 
There  shall  you  walk  theliow'ry  fields. 
And  taste  the  fruit  that  Zion  yields: 
There  sits  the  Saviour  on  his  throne, 
And  there  Jehovah  reigns  alone; 
There  angels  circle  round  his  seat, 
And  armies  worship  at  his  feet. 
3  But  O!  I  see  among  the  rest 
A  host  in  whiter  garments  dress'd, 
And  nearer  to  the  throne  they  stand, 
With  palms  of  vict'ry  in  their  hands: 
Oh!  who  are  those  I  now  behold, 
With  blood-wash'd  robes,  and  crowns  of  gold; 
A  glorious  host  distinctly  known 
To  him  who  sits  upon  the  throne? 

1  Now,  now  we  know  from  whence  this  throng, 
For,  hark!  redemption  is  their  song; 
From  yonder  vale  of  tears  they  come — 
Welcome  ye  travelers — welcome  home. 
Oh!  now  upon  the  peaceful  shore 
You're  met  at  last  to  part  no  more, 
Where  flesh  and  sin  shall  not  control 
The  pure  affections  of  the  soul. 
493.        8,  7,  4. 
The  surrender. 

I  X7|7"ELCOME,  welcome,  dear  Redeemer,. 

t  T    Welcome  to  this  heart  of  mine; 

419 


434       EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

Lord,  I  make  a  full  surrender, 
Every  pow'rand  thought  be  thine, 

Thine  entirely, 
Through  eternal  ages  thine. 
2  Known  to  all  to  be  thy  mansion, 
Earth  and  hell  will  disappear; 
Or  in  vain  attempt  possession, 

When  they  find  the  Lord  is  near — 

Shout,  O  Zion! 
Shout,  ye  saints,  the  Lord  is  here! 
494.     C.  M.         Grenade. 
Death  of  a  Christian. 
1   TT>EHOLD  a  pilgrim  as  he  dies, 
JS3  With  glory  in  his  view! 
To  heaven  lie  lifts  his  longing  eyes, 

And  bids  the  world  adieu: 
While  friends  stand  weeping  all  around. 

And  loth  to  let  him  go, 
He  shouts  with  his  expiring  breath, 
And  leaves  them  all  below. 
?,  O,  come,  my  brethren  in  the  Lord, 
Whose  hearts  are  join'd  in  one, 
Hold  up  your  heads  with  courage  bold, 

Your  race  is  almost  run: 
Above  the  skies  behold  him  stand, 

And,  smiling,  bids  you  come! 
And  angels  beckon  you  away 
To  your  eternal  home. 
\  O,  Christians!  are  you  ready  now 
To  cross  the  rolling  flood'.1 
7n  Canaan's  fair  and  happy  laud 
Behold  your  smiling  God! 
420 


EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.       495 

The  dazzling  charms  of  that  bright  world 

Attract  my  soul  above: 
I'll  sweetly  sing  redeeming  grace 

When  perfected  in  love. 
495.       C.  M. 
Hell  the  shiner's  own  place. — Acts  i.  25. 

1  X    ORD,  when  I  read  the  Traitor's  doom^ 
JLi   To  his  own  place  consign'd; 

What  holy  fear  and  humble  hope, 
Alternate  fill  my  mind. 

2  Traitor  to  thee  I  too  have  been, 

But  sav'd  by  matchless  grace; 
Or  else  the  lowest,  hottest  hell, 
Had  surely  been  my  place. 

3  Thither  I  was  by  law  adjudg'd, 

And  thitherward  rush'd  on; 
And  there,  in  my  eternal  doom, 
Thy  justice  might  Lave  shone. 

4  But  lo!  what  wondrous,  matchless  lovel 

I  call  a  place  my  own, 
On  Earth  within  the  Gospel  sound, 
And  at  thy  gracious  throne. 

chorus. 
Oh,  the  place,  the  happy  place! — 

The  place  where  Jesus  reigns; 
The  place  where  Christians  all  shall  meet), . 
And  never  part  again, 
a  A  place  is  mine  among  thy  saints, 
A  place  at  Jesus'  feet; 
And  I  expect  in  Heav'n  a  place, 
Where  saints  and  angels  meet. 
Oh,  the  place,  £>c. 

42  i 


496  EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

t»  Blest  Lamb  of  God!  thy  sovereign  grace 
To  all  arownd  I'd  tell*, 
Which  made  a  place  in  glory  mine, 
Whose  first  desert  was  hell. 
Oh,  the  place,  fyc. 

496.     8,  7. 
Social  worship. 
i   "¥^rE1VE  met  to-day,  to  sing  and  pray, 
▼  »      And  hear  the  word  of  Jesus; 
The  gospel  call,  it  is  to  all, 

It  calls  to  unbelievers, —  . 
"OI  come,  return,  lest  he  shall  come 

And  find  you  all  a  sleeping" — 
We've  heard  of  some  being  call'd  upon 
To  go  away  and  meet  him. 

2  How  soon  may  this  be  each  one's  case! 

O,  may  we  then  take  warning; 
We  know  not  when  the  Lord  may  send,— - 

To-night — or  in  the  morning. 
How  blest  are  we,  if  we  shall  be 

Prepar'd,  and  waiting  for  him; — 
The  Lord  will  come,  and  take  us  home, 

Where  we  shall  all  adore  him. 

3  Then  we  shall  be  from  sin  set  free, 

And  every  tempting  devil; 
From  doubts,  and  fears,  from  cries,  and  tear* 

And  every  other  evil. 
In  heav'nly  rest,  we  shall  be  bless'd, 

With  all  the  hosts  of  glory; 
We'll  praise  our  King — we'll  sweetly  sing 

Redemption's  pleasing  story. 
422 


EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.       497 

But  woe  to  those  who  still  refuse! — 

They'll  hear  their  doleful  sentence, 
"Depart  from  me,  for  curs'd  you  be, — 

You're  found  without  repentance; 
Hence  you  must  go  to  endless  woe, 

With  bitter  groans  and  crying; 
In  hell  to  stay,  both  night  and  day, 

And  be  forever  dying. 
The  Lord  prepare  each  one  that's  here, 

To  wait  for  his  appearing; 
Then  we'll  not  fear,  when  we  shall  hear 

That  in  the  clouds  he's  coming. 
But  we  shall  stand  at  his  right  hand, 

With  heav'nly  approbation; 
And,  with  our  King,  we'll  enter  in 

To  a  celestial  station. 

497.       P.  M. 

Christian  warfare. 

*< Faint,  yet  pursuing." — Judges  viii.  4,  5. 

1  ^OLDIERS  of  Christ,  arise, 
K~J  And  put  your  armour  on; 
Engage  your  enemies, 

Let  every  fear  begone: 
Now  take  the  field,  the  fight  renew, 
And  never  yield — "though  faint,  pursue." 

2  Wage  war  with  every  foe, 

For  God  is  on  your  side; 
Let  all  the  nations  know 
That  you  in  God  confide: 
Gird  on  your  sword,  the  fight  renew, 
Look  to  the  Lord— "though  faint,  pursue.' 

423      . 


498       EVANGELICAL  HYMNS, 

3  Though  sin,  and  death,  and  hell, 

Your  heav'nly  inarch  oppose; 
Fear  not,  it  shall  be  well, 
God  will  confound  your  foes: 
Go  on,  ye  saints,  the  fight  renew, 
And,  Gideon-like,  "though  faint,  pursue.'* 

4  [O!  I  have  seen  the  day, 

When,  with  a  single  word, 
God  helping  me  to  say 
My  trust  is  in  the  Lord, 
My  soul  has  quell'd  a  thousand  foes, 
Fearless  of  all  that  could  oppose.] 

5  Ne'er  lay  your  weapons  down, 

'Till  death  shall  close  the  strife; 
'Till  you  receive  a  crown 

Of  everlasting  life: 
On  God  depend — the  fight  renew, 
As  Gideon  conquer'd,  so  shall  you. 

498.     8,  7.        Hart. 

The  Christian  Warrior, — Eph.  vi.  13 — 18, 
1  £~^\ IRD  thy  loins  up,  Christian  soldier, 
\jf  Lo!  thy  Captain  calls  thee  out; 
Let  the  danger  make  thee  bolder, 
Take  the  field,  and  never  doubt. 
Buckle  on  the  heav'nly  armour — 
Yield  to  no  inglorious  peace — 
Let  thy  courage  wax  the  warmer, 
As  thine  enemies  increase. 
'  Bind  thy  golden  girdle  round  thee, 
Brace  with  truth  the  inward  parti 
424 


EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.       499 

Let  Christ's  righteousness  upon  thee, 

Be  the  breast-plate  of  thine  heart. 
Shod  with  gospel  preparation, 

In  the  paths  of  promise  tread; 
Let  the  hope  of  free  salvation, 

As  a  helmet,  guard  thy  head. 
When  beset  with  various  evils, 

Wield  the  Spirit's  two-edg'd  sword; 
Cut  thy  way  through  hosts  of  devils, 

They  shall  fall  before  the  Word. 
And  if  dangers  closer  threaten, 
'  As  thy  soul  draws  near  to  death, — 
If  assaulted  sore  by  Satan, 

Then  employ  the  shield  of  faith. 
4  Though  to  speak  thou  be  not  able, 

Always  pray  and  never  faint; 
Prayer's  a  weapon  for  the  feeble; 

Pray'r  brings  help  to  every  saint. 
Ever  on  thy  Captain  calling, 

Make  thy  worst  condition  known; 
He  will  hold  thee  up  when  falling — 

Or  will  raise  thee  up  when  down. 

499.     C.  M.         Br.  Heber. 
The  followers  of  Christ. 
I  rpHE  Son  of  God  is  gone  to  war, 
JL    A  kingly  crown  to  gain; 
His  blood-red  banner  streams  afar; 

Who  follows  in  his  train! 
Who  best  can  drink  his  cup  of  woe. 
Triumphant  over  pain; 


500       EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

Who  boldest  bears  his  cross  below, — 
Who  follows  in  his  train? 

2  The  martyr  first,  whose  eagle  eye 

Could  pierce  beyond  the  grave; 
Who  saw  his  Master  in  the  sky, 

And  call'd  on  him  to  save: 
Like  Him,  with  pardon  on  his  tongue, 

In  midst  of  mortal  pain, 
He  pray'd  for  them  that  did  the  wrong,— 

Who  follows  in  his  train? 

3  A  glorious  band,  the  chosen  few, 

On  whom  the  Spirit  came, 
Twelve  valiant  saints;  the  truth  they  knew 

And  brav'd  the  cross  and  shame; 
They  met  the  tyrant's  brandish'd  steel, 

The  lion's  gory  mane; 
They  bow'd  their  necks  the  death  to  feeV— 

Who  follows  in  their  train? 

4  A  noble  army,  men  and  boys, 

The  matron  and  the  maid, 
Around  their  Saviour's  throne  rejoice, 

In  robes  of  light  array'd. 
They  climb'd  the  dizzy  steep  of  heaven, 

Through  peril,  toil,  and  pain: 
Oh  God!  to  us  may  grace  be  given, 

To  follow  in  their  train! 


T 


500.     C.  M.        Hart. 

Perseverance. 
HE  sinner  who,  by  precious  faith. 
Has  felt  his  sins  forgiv'n, 
426 


EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.       501 

Is  from  that  moment  pass'd  from  death, 

And  seal'd  an  heir  of  heav'n. 
Ten  thousand  snares  surround  his  feet, 

Not  one  shall  hold  him  fast; 
Whatever  dangers  he  may  meet, 

He'll  get  safe  home  at  last. 
Not  as  the  world  the  Saviour  gives, 

He's  an  unchanging  friend; 
Whom  once  he  loves,  he  never  leaves, 

But  loves  him  to  the  end: 

4  Else  Satan  might  full  vict'ry  boast; 
The  Church  might  wholly  fall; 
If  one  believer  may  be  lost, 
Then,  surely,  so  may  all. 

>  But  Christ  in  every  age  has  prov'd 
His  cov'nant  sure  and  true; 
If  this  foundation  be  remov'd, 
What  shall  the  righteous  do? 
i  Bat  being  pledg'd  to  carry  on, 
To  its  perfection  full, 
That  work  of  grace  he  has  begun, 
The  saints  shall  never  fall. 

501.     P.  M.         Baxter. 
The  Holy  City. 
1  f pHERE  is  a  holy  city, 
A    A  happy  world  above, 
Beyond  the  starry  regions, 
Built  by  the  God  of  love: 
An  everlasting  temple; 
And  saints,  array 'd  in  white, 

427 


501       EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

There  serve  the  great  Redeemer, 
And  dwell  with  him  in  light. 

2  No  night  is  there,  nor  darkness; 

But  one  perpetual  day; 
Their  sin  and  grief  are  banish'd, 

Their  tears  are  wip'd  away; 
Their  joys  are  still  increasing-, 

Their  songs  are  ever  new; 
They  praise  th'  eternal  Father, 

The  Son  and  Spirit  too, 

3  The  meanest  child  of  glory 

Outshines  the  radiant  sun; 
But  who  can  speak  the  splendo? 

Of  that  eternal  throne, 
Where  Jesus  sits  exalted 

In  God-like  majesty) 
The  elders  fall  before  him. 

And  angels  bow  the  knee, 

4  Is  this  the  man  of  sorrows, 

Who  stood  at  Pilate's  bar,  " 
Who  was  abus'd  by  Herod, 

And  by  his  men  of  war? 
Hail  now  the  mighty  Conqueror! 

He  spoil'd  the  pow'rs  below, 
And  ransom'dmany  captives 

From  everlasting  woe. 

5  The  hosts  of  saints  around  him 

Proclaim  his  works  of  grace, 
The  patriarchs  and  prophets,, 
And  all  the  godly  race; 

42S 


EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

Some  speak  of  fiery  trials, 
And  tortures  on  their  way; 

They  came  from  tribulation 
To  everlasting  day. 

Now  with  a  holy  transport, 

They  tell  their  sufF' rings  o'er; 
Their  tears  and  their  temptations, 

And  all  the  pains  they  bore: 
They  turn  and  bow  to  Jesus, 

Who  gain'd  their  liberty; 
"Amidst  our  greatest  dangers 

Our  lives  were  hid  in  thee." 

Long  time  was  I  invited 

To  gain  that  heav'nly  rest; 
Grace  made  no  hard  condition, 

'Twas  only  to  be  bless'd; 
But  earth's  bewitching  pleasure* 

Inclin'd  me  long  to  stay, 
Pursuing  dreams  and  shadows, 

And  joys  that  pass  away. 
I  But  now  it  is  my  purpose 

The  better  way  to  find, 
To  serve  my  great  Creator, 

And  leave  the  world  behind; 
In  sin's  seducing  mazes 

I  will  no  longer  roam; 
I'll  give  my  soul  to  Jesus, 

Who  brings  the  ransom'd  home. 

And  what  shall  be  my  journey, 
How  long  I'll  stay  below. 


£02       EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

Or  what  shall  be  my  trials, 

Is  not  for  me  to  know. 
In  every  day  of  trouble, 

I'll  raise  my  thoughts  on  high; 
I'll  think  of  the  bright  temple, 

And  crowns  above  the  sky. 

502.      8,  7. 
The  Female  Pilgrim. 

^  "^S^7"HITHER  go'st  thou,  pilgrim  strangei 

▼  T      Passing  through  this  darksome  vale; 

Know'st  thou  not  'tis  full  of  danger, 

And  will  not  thy  courage  fail]" 

2  "Pilgrim  thou  dost  justly  call  me, 

Wand'ring  o'er  this  waste  so  wide; 

Yet  no  harm  will  e'er  befall  me, 

While  I'm  blest  with  such  a  guide.'' 

CHORUS. 

For  Fm  bound  for  the  Kingdom, 
Will  you  go  to  glory  with  me? 
Hallelujah,  praise  the  Lord! 

3-  "Such  a  guide!  no  guide  attends  Ihee, 

Hence  for  thee  my  fears  arise: 

If  a  guardian  pow'r  befriend  thee, 

'Tis  unseen  by  mortal  eyes." 

4  "Yes,  unseen — but  still,  believe  me. 

Such  a  guide  my  steps  attend; 

He'll  in  every  strait  relieve  me — 

He  from  every  harm  defends" 

For  Fm  bound,  #c. 

4m 


EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.       503 

"Pilgrim,  see  that  stream*  before  thee, 
Darkly  winding  through  the  vale, 

Should  its  deadly  waves  roll  o'er  thee, 
Would  not  then  thy  courage  faiB" 

"No — that  stream  has  nothing  frightful, 
To  its  brink  my  steps  I'll  bend; 
OjThence  to  plunge  will  be  delightful; 
There  my  pilgrimage  will  end." 
Fw  Vm  bound,  &{C. 
1  While  I  gaz'd — with  speed  surprising 

Down  the  stream  she  plung'd  from  sight; 
Gazing  still,  I  saw  her  rising, 
Like  an  angel  cloth'd  in  light. 
For  she's  gone  to  the  Kingdom, 
And  I'll  go  to  glory  vntk  her, 
Hallelujah, praise  the  Lord! 

503.      L.  M. 
Harvest;  or,  the  Wheat  and  Tar£s. 

t  millS  is  the  field,  the  world  below, 
BL     In  which  the  sowers  came  to  sow; 
Jesus  the  wheat,  Satan  the  tares, 
lor  so  the  word  of  truth  declares. 

CHORUS. 

And  soon  the  reaping  time  will  come. 
And  angels  shout  the  harvest  home. 
Most  awful  truth!  And  is  it  sol 
Must  all  mankind  the  harvest  know' 


K The  stream  of  Death* 

431 


503       EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

Is  every  one  a  wheat  or  tare1? 
Me,  for  the  harvest,  Lord  prepare! 
For  soon  the  reaping,  &c. 

3  We  seem  alike  when  thus  we  meet; 
-Strangers  might  tuink  we  all  are  wheat; 
Bat  to  the  Lord's  all-seeing  eyes, 
Each  heart  appears  without  disguise; 

And  soon  the  reaping,  8,0.' 

4  The  tares  are  spar'd  for  various  ends, 
Some  for  the  sake  of  praying  friends; 
But  though  they  grow  so  tall  and  strong 
His  plan  will  not  require  them  long; 

For  soon  the  reaping,  fyc. 

5  Will  it  relieve  their  horrors  there 
To  recollect  their  stations  here, 

How  much  they  heard ,  how  much  they  knew 
How  long  among  the  wheat  they  grew: 
For  soon  the  reaping,  &c. 

6  To  love  my  sins,  a  saint  t'  appear, 
To  grow  with  wheat  and  be  a  tare, 
May  serve  me  whilst  on  earth  below, 
Where  tares  and  wheat  together  grow: 

But  soon  the  reaping,  <^c» 

7  Then  all  who  truly  righteous  be, 
Shall  soon  their  Father's  kingdom  see; 
But  tares  in  bundles  shall  be  bound,, 
And  cast  in  hell! — O!  awful  sound! 

For  then  the  reaping-,  &c. 


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APPENDIX 

TO    THE    THIRD    EDITION. 


The  following  Hymns  are  in  addition  to  those 
printed  in  the  2nd  edition  of  this  work. 

504.     S.  M.         Doddridge. 
The  final  sentence  and  misery  of  the  vncked.— 

Matt.  xxv.  41. 
1     A  ND  will  the  Judge  descend? 
xl  And  must  the  dead  arise? 
And  not  a  single  somI  escape 


Z  And  from  his  righteous  lips 

Shall  this  dread  sentence  sound; 
And  through  the  nam'rous  guilty  throng- 
Spread  black  despair  around? 
J  "Depart  from  me,  accurs'd, 
"To  everlasting  flame, 
"For  rebel  angels  first  prepar'd, 
"Where  merey  never  came." 
[  How  will  my  heart  endure 
The  terrors  of  that  day: 
When  earth  and  heav'n,  before  his  face. 

Astonish'd  shrink  away! 
But  ere  that  trumpet  shakes 
The  mansions  of  the  dead; 
Ilarkj  from  the  gospel's  cheering  soun3 .. 
What  joyfal  tidings  spread! 

q  -.  *  433 


<>05        EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

6  Ye  sioners  seek  his  grace, 

Whose  wrath  ye  cannot  bear; 
Fly  to  the  shelter  of  his  cross. 
And  find  salvation  there. 

7  So  shall  that  curse  remove, 

By  which  the  Saviour  bled; 

And  the  last  awful  day  shall  pour 

His  blessings  on  your  head. 

505-     P.  M.         Toplady. 
The  Jubilee. 

1  TJLOW  ye  the  trumpet,  blow 
JlJ  The  gladly  solemn  sound! 
Let  all  the  nations  know 

To  earth's  remotest  bound> 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home! 

2  Exalt,  the  Lamb  of  God, 

The  sin-atoning  Lamb; 
Redemption!  by  his  blood 

Through  all  the  lands  proclaim. 
The  year  of  Jubilee,  6,c. 

3  [Ye,  who  have  sold  for  nought 

The  heritage  above; 
Shall  have  it  back  unbought, 
The  gift  of  Jesus'  love: 
The  year  of  Jubilee,  &c. 

4  Ye  slaves  of  sin  and  hell, 

Your  liberty  receive; 
434 


EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.       5OG 

And  safe  in  Jesus  dwell, 
And  blest  in  Jesus  live: 
The  year  of  Jubilee,  fyc. 
The  gospel  trumpet  hear, 

The  news  of  pardoning-  grace: 
Ye  happy  souls  draw  near, 
Behold  your  Saviour's  face: 
The  year  of  Jubilee,  &e. 

\,  Jesus,  our  great  High  Priest, 
Has  full  atonement  made: 
Ye  weary  spirits  rest; 

Ye  mourning  souls  be  glad: 
The  year  of  Jubilee,  &c, 

506.     8,  7,  4. 
Day-Spring. — Luke  i,  78. 

CHRISTIAN,  see  the  orient  morning 
Breaks  along  the  heathen  sky: 
Lo!  th' expected  day  is  dawning— 
Glorious  Day-Spring-  from  on  high! 

Hallelujah! 
Hail!  the  Day-Spring  from  ©n  high. 
Heathens  at  the  sight  are  singing; — 
Morning  wakes  the  tuneful  lays, — 
Precious  ofPrings  they  are  bringing— 
First  fruits  of  more  perfect  praise: 

Hallelujah! 
Hail!  the  Day-Spring  from  on  high. 
Zion's  Sun!  salvation  beaming — 
Gilding  now  the  radiant  hills; 

435 


507       EVANGELICAL  HYMNS, 

Rise  and  shine,  till  brighter  gleamings 
All  the  world  thy  glory  fills: 

Hallelujah! 
Hail!  the  Day-Spring  from  on  high. 

4  Then  the  vallies,  and  the  mountains, 

Breaking  forth,  in  joy  shall  sing; 
Then  the  living  chrystal  fountains 
From  the  thirsty  ground  shall  spring: 

Hallelujah! 
Hail!  the  Day-Spring  from  on  high. 

5  While  the  wilderness  rejoices, 

Roses  shall  the  desert  cheer; 
Then  the  dumb  shall  tune  their  voices, 
Blind  shall  see,  the  deaf  shall  hear: 

Hallelujah! 
Hail!  the  Day-Spring  from  on  high, 

G  Ijord,  of  every  tribe  and  nation, 

Spread  thy  truth  from  pole  to  pole— 
Spread  the  light  of  thy  salvation, 
'Till  it  shine  on  every  soul: 

Hallelujah! 
Hail!  the  Day-Spring  from  on  high. 

£07.      11,  10. 

Sun  of  Righteousness. 

TT  IGHT  of  the  universe,  bright  Sun  of  glor; 
JLi  Rise  on  the  heathen  benighted,  and  shin 
Disperse  all  the  clouds  and  darkness  befoj 

thee, 
©iffuserall  around  thy  splendour  divine. 

43§ 


EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.        503 

Life  of  the  world,  and  death's  potent  destruc- 
tion! 
Breathe  once  again  on  the  valley  of  bones;' 
oon  all  the  dead  will  be  put  into  motion, 
And  hearts  become  soft,  though  harder  than 

stones. 
•  See!  Lucifer  falling:,  son  of  the  morning! 
Demons  to  caverns  of  darknes*  retire; 
They  cannot  endure  the-"  Spirit  of  burning"- 

They  cannot  withstand  Omnipotent  ire. 
Now  is  the  ensign  of  mercy  displaying-! 
Now  is  the  banner  of  Jesus  unfurl'd; 
And  thousands  of  souls   this  moment   are 
praying;,. 
His  Kingdom   may  spread  all  over  theN 
world. 

Bright  Sun  of  Righteousness!  clad  in  thy 
glory, 
Rise  on  the  nations  benighted,,  and  shine; 
Disperse  all  the  clouds  and  darkness  before 
thee, 
Diffuse  all  around  thy  splendour  divine. 

508.     S    M.         Hammond. 
Lamb  of  God. 

AWAKE  and  sing  the  song 
Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb, 
Wake  every  heart  and  every  tongue, 

To  praise  the  Saviour's  name. 
Sing  of  Ids  dying  love, 
Sin j  of  kis  rising  pow'r, 

437 


£Q9       EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

Sing-  how  he  intercedes  above 
For  those  whose  sins  he  bore. 

3  Sing  on  your  heav'nly  way, 

Ye  ransom'd  sinners,  sing, 

Sing  on,  rejoicing  every  day, 

In  Christ  th'  eternal  King. 

4  Soon  shall  ye  hear  him  say, 

Ye  blessed  children,  come; 
Soon  will  he  call  you  hence  away, 
And  take  his  pilgrims  home. 

509.       C.  M. 
Evening  hymn. 

1  T^ATHER  in  heav'n!  to  thee  I  bend, 
JC     To  thee  I  lift  my  prayer; 
Vouchsafe,  Divine  Almighty  Friend, 

Thy  suppliant's  voice  to  hear. 

2  If  lur'd  by  pleasure's  specious  wiles, 

By  shadowy  hopes  or  fears, 
If  earthly  joys  have  waken'd  smiles, 
Or  earthly  sorrows  tears; 

'3  If  fall'n  from  Thee,  and  Thy  commands, 
(And  fall'n  I  must  appear,) 
Before  Thee,  Lord,  thy  creature  stands*. 
A  suppliant  sincere. 
4  Oh  be  this  day's  offence  forgiven, 
This  night  with  slumbers  blest; 
And  pious  trust,  in  pard'ning  Heaven 
The  pillow  of  my  rest, 

438 


EVANGELICAL  HYMNS    510,511 

510.     C.  M.         H.  K.  White. 
Greatness  of  God.— Isa.  xl.  12—15. 

1  fllHE  Lord  our  God  is  full  of  might, 

JL    The  winds  obey  his  will: 
He  speaks,  and  in  his  heav'nly  height 
The  rolling  sun  stands  still. 

2  Rebel,  ye  waves,  and  o'er  the  land 

With  threat'ning  aspect  roar! 

The  Lord  uplifts  his  awful  hand, 

And  chains  you  to  the  shore. 

3  Howl  winds  of  night,  your  force  combine! 
.     Without  his  high  behest, 

Ye  shall  not  in  the  mountain  pine 
Disturb  the  sparrow's  neat. 

4  His  voice  sublime  is  heard  afar: 

In  distant  peal  it  dies: 
He  yokea^  the  whirlwind  to  his  car, 
And  sweeps  the  howling  skies. 

5  Ye  nations  bend — in  reverence  bend; 

Ye  monarchs  wait  his  nod; 
And  bid  the  choral  song  ascend, 
To  celebrate  your  God. 
511.       S.  M. 
The  unchanging  God. 
"Heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away,  but  my 
words  shall  not  pass  away." — Matt.  xxiv.  35. 
1  TTTOW  bright  is  yonder  sun, 
XJL  In  morning  splendor  drest! 
All  nature  hails  the  glorious  one, 
And  rises  from  her  rest. 

439 


51 1       EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

2  Yet  all  shall  pass  away, 

Heav'n's  highest  orbs  shall  fade, 
And  this  fair  lovely  earth  decay, 
A  wild  and  fleeting  shade. 

3  But  my  eternal  Lord, 

Thou  ever  art  the  same, 
.  UnmovM,  unchangeable  thy  word , 
All  glorious  thy  name! 

4  My  Father  and  my  friend, 

Thou  Lard  of  light  above, 
Thy  mercy  hath  no  bound,  no  end,- 
Eternal  is  thy  love! 

i»  A  frail  and  guilty  thing, 
To  thee  I  lift  mine  eye; 
And  while  to  Jesus'  cross  I  cling, 
Thy  wrath  shall  pass  me  by. 

6  On  that  most  wond'rous  day, 

Of  visions  strange,  unknown, 
When  mortal  life  shall  glide  away, 
O!  leave  me  not  alone! 

7  But  tell  me  I  am  thine; 

That  word  shall  soothe  my  heart.. 
And  joy  shall  o'er  my  spirit  shine, 
And  each  dark  fear  depart! 

3  And  swiftly  borne  on  high, 
On  seraph's  wing  of  fire, 
I'll  join  the  music  of  the  sky5 
•       With  an  immortal  lyre! 
44f 


EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.       $f2 

512.      L.  M. 
Bright  world  of  glory. 

THERE  is  a  world  of  glory  bright, 
A  peaceful  home  beyond  the  skies — 
Where  Jesus  reigns  enthron'd  in  light, 

Where  holy  songs  of  angels  rise. 
There  is  a  realm  beyond  oompare — 

A  happy  home  where  seraphs  dwell, 
A  land  of  love — so  bright  and  fair, 
Its  loveliness  no  tongue  can  tell. 

There  is  a  place,  a  place  of  rest, 

Where  heav'n-born  souls  shall  all  repair, 
And  dwell  with  Christ,  supremely  blest, 

Yea,  dwell  along  forever  there. 
There  is  a  region  bright  and  pure. 

Where  reign  the  blessed  three  in  one; 
To  Christian  pilgrims  'tis  secure — 

'Twas  purchas'd  by  th'  Eternal  son. 
It  is  a  home  of  Love  and  Peace, 

A  land  where  sorrow  is  not  known; 
Where  happiness  shall  never  cease, 

For  perfect  bliss  surrounds  the  throne. 
This  holy  place  of  bliss  divine — 

Needs  not  the  breeze — the  cooling  air, 
Nor  shall  the  sun  with  brilliance  shine, 

The  Lamb  of  God  illumines  there. 
No  stars  shall  shine  with  lustre  bright, 

No  full-orb'd  moon  shall  there  appear— 
For  Christ,  who  is  eternal  light, 

With  glory  fills  that  shining  sphere. 

441 


513       EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

$  There  harps  are  tun'd,  yea,  harps  of  gold — 
There  forms,  too  bright  for  mortal  eye — I 
But  stop— can  mortal  pow'r  unfold 
The  glories  of  the  upper  sky! 
9  In  vain — 'tis  not  to  mortals  giv'n 

To  paint  that  pure,  that  bright  abode — 
No  pen,  no  tongue,  beneath  yon  heav'n, 
Can  trace  the  dwelling  place  of  God! 
S13.      L.  M. 
Jesus  the  pilgrim1  s  Friend. 
V  fflHERE  is  a  heaven  in  yonder  skies, 
JL    A  heaven  where  pleasure  never  dies, 
A  heav'n  I  sometimes  hope  to  see, 
Again  I  fear  'tis  not  for  me: 

But  Jesus,  Jesus,  ismy friend,  O  Hallelujah! 
Hallelujah!  Jesus,  Jesus  is  my  friend! 

2  The  way  is  difficult  and  straight, 
And  narrow  is  the  gospel  gate; 
How  many  dangers  are  therein — 
How  many  snares  to  take  me  in! 

But  Jesus,  fyc. 

3  I  travel  in  a  world  of  woes, 
Through  conflicts  sore  my  spirit  goes; 
The  tempter  cries,  "You  ne'er  shall  stand, 
Nor  reach  fair  Canaan's  happy  land:'' 

But  Jesus,  &tC. 

4  The  way  of  danger  I  am  in, 
Beset  with  devils,  men,  and  sin; 
But  in  this  way  the  track  I  see, 
And  mark'd  with  blood  it  seems  to  be: 

Sweet  Jesus,  fyc. 
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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.       51 4 

«  Come  life,  come  death,  come  thee  what  will, 
His  footsteps  I  will  follow  still; 
Through  dangers  thick  and  dread  alarms, 
I  shall  be  safe  in  his  dear  arms: 

For  Jesus,  &c. 
Then  O  my  soul,  arise  and  sing — 
Yonder's  thy  Saviour,  Friend,  and  King; 
With  sweetest  smiles  he  now  looks  down. 
And  says,  "Press  on  and  win  the  crown." 

Sweet  Jesus,  #c. 
"Prove  faithful  yet  a  few  more  days, 
Fight  the  good  fight,  and  win  the  race— - 
And  then  thy  soul  with  me  shall  reiga — 
Thy  head  a  crown  of  glory  gain." 

Sweet  Jesus,  &C. 
$  "My  flesh  shall  slumber  in  the  ground, 
'Till  the  last  trumpet'6  joyful  sound; 
Then  burst  the  chains  with  sweet  surprise, 
And  in  my  Saviour's  image  rise." 

Sweet  Jesus,  fyc. 

514.       7s. 

This  mortal  must  put  on  immortality,  and  we 
shall  be  ever  with  Ike  Lord, 

1  *MT AY-WORN  pilgrim,  child  of  fears, 

▼  ▼      Cease  thy  sorrows,  dry  thy  tears; 
Soon  thou  shait  thy  Saviour  see, 
Soon  shalt  with  that  Savieur  be. 

2  Soon  that  pulse  shall  throb  no  more, 
Heav'n  has  life,  when  life  is  o'er— 

443 


515        EVANGELICAL  HYMN& 

For  this  mortal  shall  he  free, 
Cloth'd  with  Immortality! 

3  List,  ye  weary;  list,  ye  faint; 
List  the  martyr  and  the  saint; 
List  the  young,  whose  panting  souT 
Ardent  eyes  the  distant  goal: 

4  List  the  old,"  whose  sitting-  sun 
Speaks  that  goal  already  wonj 
Ye  who  tremble,  ye  who  sigh, 
Ye  who,  living,  daily  die: — 

5  List,  from  heav'n  the  Saviour's  voice 
Bids  you,  rmidst  your  tears,  rejoice, — 
Tells  of  worlds  to  earth  unknown,— 
Calls  those  blissful  worlds  your  own. 

6  Yes,  ye  shall  your  Saviour  see; 
Soon  shall  with  that  Saviour  be; 
Where  this  mortal  shall  be  free, 
Clothed  with  Immortality! 

"7  Sinner,  list!  the  bolt  is  hurl'dt 

Time's  no  more! — here  ends  this  world; 
Rocks  are  falling — worlds  decay, 
Heav'n  and  earth  have  pass'd  away! 
3  Thou  the  Saviour  too  must  see, 
Saviour,  not,  alas!  to  thee; 
Mortal  gladly  wouldst  thou  be; 
Death  thy  Immortality! 

515.     P.  M.         Campbell. 
The  way  to  Zion. 
i  f|lHERE  is  aland  of  pleasure, 

JL    Where  streams  of  joy  forever  roll; 
444 


EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.       Sl& 

lis  there  I  have  my  treasure, 
And  there  I  long  to  rest  my  soul. 

Long  darkness  dwelt  around  me, 
With  scarcely  once  a  cheering  ray; 

But  since  my  Saviour  found  me 
A  lamp  has  shln'd  along  my  way. 

My  way  is  full  of  danger, 

But  'tis  the  path  that  leads  to  God, 
And  like  a  faithful  soldier, 

I'll  boldly  march  along  the  road: 
Nor/  I  must  gird  my  sword  on, 

My  breastplate,  helmet,  and  my  shield, 
And  light  the  hosts  of  Satan, 

Until  I  reach  the  heavenly  field. 

3  I'm  on  the  way  to  Zion, 

Still  guided  by  my  Saviour's  hand: 
O,  come  along,  poor  sinners, 

And  see  Immanuel's  happy  land: 
To  all  that  stay  behind  me 

I  bid  a  long,  a  long  farewell; 
Come  now,  or  you'll  repent  it 

When  you  shall  reach  the  gates  of  hell. 

The  vale  of  tears  surrounds  me, 

And  Jordan's  current  rolls  before; 
Oh!  how  I  stand  and  tremble 

To  hear  the  dismal  waters  roar: 
Whose  hand  shall  then  support  me, 

And  keep  my  soul  from  sinking  there — 
From  sinking  down  to  darkness, 

Amd  to  the  region*  «f  despair  J 

44i> 


51 G       EVANGELICAL  HYMNS, 

5  This  stream  shall  not  affright  me, 

Although  'tis  deeper  than  the  grave; 
If  Jesus  stand  beside  me 

I'll  sntoothly  ride  on  Jordan's  wave; 
His  word  has  calm'd  the  ocean, 

His  lamp  has  cheer'd  the  gloomy  vale; 
Oh!  shall  this  friend  be  with  me 

While  o'er  the  sweeling  flood  I  sail! 

6  Come  then,  thou  king  of  terrors, 

And  with  thy  dagger  lay  me  low — 
I'll  sooner  reach  those  regioap 

Where  everlasting  pleasures  grow< 
O,  sinners!  shall  I  leave  you, 

No  more  to  join  your  social  band; 
No  more  to  stand  beside  you 

'Till  at  the  judgment  bar  we  standi 

7  Soon  the  arch  angel's  trumpet 

Shall  rock  the  globe  from  pole  to  pole, 
And  all  the  wheels  of  nature 

Shall  in  a  moment  cease  to  roll: 
Then  we  shall  see  the  Saviour, 

With  shining  ranks  of  angels,  come 
To  execute  his  vengeance, 

And  take  his  faithful  servant  home, 

516.       C.  M. 
The  Zion  Traveller. 
1    ~%7  E  weary,  heavy  laden  souls, 
JL     Who  are  oppressed  sore, 
Ye  travelers  through  the  wilderness., 
To  Canaan's  peaceful  shore: 
446 


EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.      51 Q 

Through  chilling  winds,  and  beating  rains, 

And  waters  deep  and  cold, 
And  enemies  surrounding  you — 

Take  courage  and  be  bold. 

2  Though  stormy  winds  and  tempests  rise, 

And  sweep  the  desert  round, 
And  fiery  serpents  oft  appear 

Through  the  enchanted  ground — 
Though  clouds  and  darkness  veil  our  skieSj 

And  dragons  often  roar, 
Yet  while  the  gospel  trump  we  hear, 

We'll  press  for  Canaan's  shore. 

3  We're  often  like  the  lonesome,  dove, 

In  her  bereaved  state; 
From  hill  to  hill,  from  vale  to  vale, 

She  mourns  her  absent  mate: 
But  Canaan's  land  is  just  before, 

Sweet  spring  is  coming  on, 
A  few  more  beating  winds  and  rains, 

And  winter  will  be  gone. 
i  Sometimes,  like  mountains,  to  the  sky, 

Cold  Jordan's  billows  roar. 
Which  often  makes  the  pilgrims  fear 

They  never  shall  get  o'er; 
But  let  us  gain  mount  Pisgah's  top, 

And  view  the  vernal  plain; 
To  fright  our  souls,  let  Jordan  roar, 

And  hell  may  rage  in  vain. 
5  Methinks  I  now  begin  to  see 

The  borders  of  that  land; 

44?  . 


5 1 7        EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

The  trees  of  life,  with  heav'nly  fruit, 

In  beauteous  order  stand: 
The  wint'ry  season's  past  and  gone, 

Sweet  flowers  now  appear, 
The  fiftieth  year  will  soon  roll  round — 

The  great  Sabbatic  year. 

€  O,  what  a  glorious  sight  appears 

To  my  believing  eyes; 
Methinks  I  see  Jerusalem, 

A  city  in  the  skies; 
Bright  angels  whisper  me  away — 

"O  come,  my  brother,  come," 
And  I  am  willing  to  be  gone 

To  my  eternal  home. 

7  Farewell,  my  brethren  in  the  Lord, 

Who  are  to  Canaan  bound: 
And  should  we  never  meet  again 

'Till  the  last  trump  shall  sound, 
I  hope  that  I  shall  meet  you  there, 

On  that  delightful  shore; 
In  peaceful  realms  of  endless  bliss, 

Where  parting  is  no  more. 

517.     8,  7.         Campbell. 
IVials  here-^Olory  hereafter. 
I,  T\ARK  and  stormy  is  the  desert, 
-S-"   Thro'  which  pilgrims  make  their  wa) 
Yet.  beyond  this  vale  of  sorrow. 

Lie  the  fields  of  endless  day. 
Fiends  loud  howling  in  the  tempest 
Make  them  tr*mble  iis  fliey  g». 
4*9 


EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.        $\ 

±nd  the  fiery  darts  of  Satan 

Often  lay  their  courage  low. 
-  Oh  young  soldiers,  do  you  murmur 

At  the  troubles  of  the  way? 
Do  your  hearts  begin  to  fail  you, 

And  your  vigor  to  decay} 
Jesus,  Jesus  shall  defend  you, 

He  shall  lead  you  to  his  throne;— 
He  that  dy'd  his  garments  for  you, 

And  the  wine-press  trod  alone: — 

3  He  whose  thunder  shakes  creation, — 

He  who  bade  the  planets  roll; 
He  who  rides  upon  the  tempest, 

And  whose  sceptre  sways  the  wholfc. 
Round  him  see  ten  thousand  angels. 

Ready  to  receive  command; — 
They  are  ever  watching  round  you, 

'Till  you  reach  the  heav'nly  land. 

4  There  on  flow'ry  ftelds  of  pleasure, 

And  the  hills  of  endless  rest, 
Love,  and  Joy,  and  Peace  shall  ever 

Reign  and  triumph  in  your  breast. 
Who  can  paint  the  scenes  of  glory, 

Where  the  ransom'd  dwell  on  high^« 
Where  the  golden  harps  forever 

Sound  redemption  round  the  sky! 
There  a  million  flaming  seraphs, 

Fly  aoross  theheav'nly plain; 
There  they  siDg  immortal  prai&esw- 

GlorQl  Glory!  is  their  strain. 


517       EVANGELICAL  HYMNS- 

But  I  think  a  sweeter  concert 

Makes  the  chrystal  arches  ring\ 
And  a  song  is  heard  in  Zion 

Which  the  angels  cannot  sing, 
©  See  the  heav'nly  host  in  rapture 

Gaze  upon  this  shining  band, 
Wond'ring  at  their  costly  garments* 

And  the  laurels  in  their  hand. 
There  upon  the  golden  pavement, 

See  the  ransom'd  march  along — 
While  the  splendid  courts  of  glor^- 

Sweetly  echo  to  their  song. 
*7  But  behold!  in  whiter  garments,, 

Some  are  marching  on  before; 
Oh',  their  crowns,  how  bright  they  sparkk; 

Such  as  monarchs  never  wore: 
These  were  shepherds,  faithful  servants 

[n  the  cause  of  Christ  below; 
They  shall  now,  in  peace  forever, 

Sit  on  throifes  as  white  as  snow.. 
•:  Round  them  see  the  lambs  they  gather'd- 

See  the  flocks  they  fed  with  care; 
]Now  they're  come  to  richer  pastures; 

Jesus  is  their  shepherd  here. 
Hail!  ye  holy,  happy  spirits! 

Death  no  more  shall  make  you  fear;.- 
Sin  and  sorrow,  pain  and  anguish 

Shall  no  more  disturb  you  here. 

i  dinners  here  shall  not  deride  you, 

Though  they  VexM  you  while  belqw; 

450 


EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.       5lg 

Now  they're  gone,  and  gone  forevfeT,         , 

To  the  gulph  of  endless  woe. 
Now,  methinks,  I  hear  from  tophet 

Cries  more  dreadful  than  the  rest; 
Some  appear  in  greater  anguish, 

And  with  sorer  vengeance  press'd.. 

10  "Ah1"  they  cry,  "we  heard  the  gospel, 

"Where  the  Lord  reviv'd  his  cause — 
"Saw  how  numbers  bow'd  before  him', 

*'  Yet  we  still  refus'd  his  laws: 
"We  rejected  every  warning — 

"Scorn'd  the  penitential  tear; 
•'We  despis'd  the  calls  of  mercy; 

"Now  we  lie  in  fetters  here!" 

11  Sinners.,  will  you  come  to  Jesus? 

O  that  you  would  come  to-day! 
Come,  before  the  sword  of  vengeance* 

Cut  you  <Jown  in  folly's  way. 
Soon  the  harvest  will  be  gather'd, 

And  the  sheaves  collected  home; 
Then,  in  vain,  you'll  cry  for  mercy, 

And,  in  vain,  may  wish  to  come. 

518.     P.  M.         J.  M.  Good. 
Watch  and  pray. — Matt.  xxvi.  41; 

LIFE  is  a  sea, — how  fair  its  face, 
How  smooth  its  dimpling  waters  pace* 
Its  canopy  how  pure! 
But  rocks  below,  and  tempests  sleep, 
Insidious,  o'er  the  glassy  deep, 
Nor  leave  ajn  hour  secure. 

45! 


M8       EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

£  Life  is  a  wilderness, — beset 

With  tang'ling  thorns,  and  treach'rous  net, 

And  provvi'd  by  beasts  of  prey. 
One  path  alone  conducts  aright, 
One  narrow  path,  with  little  light; 

A  thousand  lead  astray. 

3  Life  is  a  warfare, — and  alike 
Prepar'd  to  parley,  or  to  strike, 

The  practis'd  foe  draws  nigh. 
O,  hold  no  truce!  less  dang'rous  far 
To  stand,  and  alibis  phalanx  dare, 

Than  trust  his  specious  lie. 

4  Whate'er  its  form,  whate'er  its  flow, 
While  life  is  lent  to  man  below. 

One  duty  stands  confest, — 
To  watch  incessant,  firm  of  mind, 
And  watch  where'er  the  post  assign'd. 

And  leave  to  God  the  rest. 

ft  'Twas  while  they  watch'd,  with  lamp  in  hand, 
And  oil  well  stor'd,  the  virgin  band 

The  bridal  pomp  descried; 
They  join'd  it, — and  the  heav'nly  gate 
That  op'd  to  them  its  glorious  state, 

Was  clos'd  on-  all  beside. 

jii  Watch!  watch  and  pray!  in  suffering  hour1* 
Thus  He  exclaim'd,  who  felt  itspow'r, 

And  triumph'd  in  the  strife. 
Victor  of  Death!  thy  voice  I  hear: 
JHl  watch  and  pray  through  life's  career. 

And  cnlv  cease  with  life. 


EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.       510 
519.      P.  M;- 
Longing  to  see  Jesus. — John  xii.  11^ 

OWHEX  shall  I  see  Jesus, 
And  reign  with  him  above j 
And  from  the  flowing  fountains 

Drink  everlasting  love? 
When  shall  I  be  deliver'd 

From  this  vain  world  of  sir;, 
And  with  my  blessed  Jesus, 
Drink  endless  pleasures  in; 

But  now  I  am  a  soldier, 

My  Captain's  gone  before"; 
He's  given  me  my  orders, 

And  tells  me  not  to  fear: 
And  if  I  do  prove  faithful 

A  crown  of  life  he'll  give; 
And  all  his.  valiant  soldiers 

Eternal  life  shall  live. 
Through  grace  I  am  determin'd 

To  conquer,  though  I  die; 
And  then  away  to  Jesus, 

On  wing's  of  love  I'll  fly. 
Farewell  to  sin  and  sorrow; 

I  bid  it  all  adieu; 
And  you,  my  friends,  prove  faithful. 

And  on  your  way  pursue. 

And  if  you  meet  with  troubles 

And  trials  on  the  way, 
Then  cast  your  care  on  Jesus, 

And  doQ*t  forget  to  pray; 

423* 


320       EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.. 

Gird  on  the  heav'nly  armor, 
Of  faith,  and  hope,  and  love, 

And  when  the  battle's  ended, 
You'll  reign  with  him  above.- 

5  O,  do  not  be  discourag'd, 

For  Jesus  is  your  friend; 
And  if  you  tack  for  knowledge:. 

He'll  not  refuse  to  send; 
Neither  will  he  upbraid  you, 

Though  often  you  request; 
Jle'll  give  you  grace  to  conquer, 

Andi  take  you  up  to  rest. 

S20.      8,  7,  4. 
Matt.  xi.  28. 

1  "^OME  to  me,  all  ye  that  labour/* 

\~J  "Heavy  laden"  and  opprest— 
Come  to  me,  ye  sons  of  sorrow, 
"I  will  give  you  peace  and  rest;'* 

O,  come  hither, 
And  partake  a  Saviour's  love. 

2  Are  ye  poor,  and  ask  my  Spirit? 

Are  ye  frail,  and  seek  my  gracd? 
Do  ye  lean  upon  my  merit 
Only  for  your  righteousness* 

Humbly  seek  me, 
As  your  dearest,  only  hope. 
.3  'Mid  the  frailties  of  your  nature — 
'Mid  temptation,  scorn,  and  grief— 
MVIid  the  trials  that  await  you 
When  in  vain  you  ask  teliefa 
454 


EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.       521 

Ever  near  you, 
1  will  be  a  present  aid. 
4  Though-in  devious  paths  of  error, 

From  your  Shepherd  frail  ye  strays  ^ 
Still  ye  shall  not  wander  ever, 
Back  I'll  bring  you  to  my  way; 

Still  beside  you, 
Ever  watchful  for  your  good. 
h  Soon  the  victor's  crown  I'll  give  you— 
Soon  shall  ye  the  haven  gain, 
Enter  heaven'3  portals  singing, 
'Mid  the  bright  angelic  train — • 

Ever,  ever 
With  your  Saviour  there  to  reign.! 

521.       P.  M. 

Broken-hearted,  weep  no  more! 
I  TTfcROKEN-hearted,  weep  no  more,! 
SD  Hear  what  comfort  he  hath  spoken, 
Smoking  flax  who  ne'er  hath  quenched, 
Bruised  reed  who  ne'er  hath  broken,— - 
'Ye  who  wander  here  below, 
*Heavy  laden  as  ye  go, 
•Come  with  grief,  with  sin  ©pprest, 
'Come  to  me,  and  be  at  rest!' 
£  Lamb  of  Jesus'  blood-bought  flock, 

Brought  again  from  sin  and  straying, 
•Hear  the  Shepherd's  gentle  voice— 
'lis  a  true  and  faithful  saying — 
•^Greater  love  how  can  there  be 
-"Than  to  yield  up  life  for  thee? 
455 


522  EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

'Bought  with  pang,  and  tear,  and  sign, 
'Turn  and  live! — why  will  ye  die?* 
3  Broken-hearted,  weep  wo  more!  • 
Far  from  consolation  flying; 
He  who  calls  hath  felt  thy  wound*, 

Seen  thy  weeping,  heard  thy  sighing,-^- 
*  Bring  thy  broken  heart  to  me, 
'Welcome  offering,  it  shall  be, 
'Streaming  tears  and  bursting  sighs, 
'Mine  accepted  sacrifice.' 
5-22.      7,  G. 
He  hcalcth  the  broken  in  heart,  and  bindeth  v-p* 

their  wounds. — Ps.  cxlvii.  3. 
3   Jp|ROOPl]NG  souls,  no  longer  grtevev 
3-J  Heaven  is  propitious.; 
If  on  Christ  you  do  believe, 

You  will  find  him  precious,- - 
Jesus  now  is  passing  by, 

Calling  mourners  to  him, 
For  such  sinners  he  did  die — 
Now  look  up  and  view  him. 
;!  From  his  hands,  his  feet,  his  side^ 
Runs  a  healing  lotion; 
See  the  consolation  tide, 

Boundless  as  the  ocean:-*— 
See  the. living  waters  move,- 

For  the  sick  and  dying; 
Naw  resolve  to  gain  his  love, 
Or  to  perish  trying. 

•^Grace's  store  is  always  free. 
Drooping  soub  to  gladden;. : 
450 


B&V 'ANGELICAL  HYMNS.       .133 

Jesus  calls— -"Come  unto  me, 

Weary,  heavy  laden: — " 
Though  your  sins,  like  mountains  high4. 

Rise  and  reach  to  heaven, 
Soon  as  you  on  him  rely* 

All  shall  be  forgiven. 
Now,  methinks,  I  hear  one  say v 

I  will  venture  to  him; 
If  he  take  my  guilt  away, 

Surely  I  shall  praise  him; — . 
Streaming  mercy,  how  it  flows-** 

Now  my  soul  doth  feel  it; 
Half  has  never  yet  been  told — ^ 

Yet  I  want  to  tell  it. 
Jesus'  blood  has  heal'd  my  wound ,-»«• 

Oh,  the  wond'rous  story! — 
I  was  lost,  but  now  am  found, 

Glory!  Glory!  Glory! 
Heaven's  here,  and  heaven's  there. 

Glory's  here,  and  yonder — 
Brightest  seraphs  shout  Amenf 

While  the  angels  wonder. 

523.       8,  7« 
The  Saviour's  merit 

SAVIOUR,  I  do  feel  thy  merit, 
Sprinkled  with  redeeming  blood* 
And  my  weary  troubled  spirit, 

Now  finds  rest  with  thee  my  God. 
I  am  safe,  and  I  am  happy, 
While  in  thy  dear  arms  I  lie; 


5  23        EVANGELICAL  HYMNS 

Sin  and  Satan  cannot  hurt  me, 
While  my  Saviour  is  so -nigh. 

2  Glory,  glory,  glory,  glory, 

Glory  be  to  God  on  high; 
Glory,  glory,  glory,  glory, 

Sing  his  praises  through  the  skf; 
Glory,  glory,  glory,  glory, 

Glory  to  the  Father  give, 
Glory,  glory, ^lory,  glory, 

Sing  his  praises,  all  that  live! 

3  Now  I'll  sing  my  Saviour's  merit-*— 

Tell  the  world  of  his  dear  name, 
That  if  any  want  his  Spirit, 

He  is  still  the  very  same. 
He  that  asketh  soon  receiveth, 

He  that  seeks  is  sure  to  find; 
Whosoe'er  on  him  believeth, 

He  will  never  cast  behind. 

4  Glory,  glory,  glory,  glory, 

Glorious  Christ  of  heav'nly  birth; 
Glory,  glory,  glory,  glory, 

Sing  his  praises  through  the  eSrth* 
Glory,  glory,  glory,  glory, 

Glory  to  the  Spirit  be; 
Glory,  glory,  glory,  glory, 

To  the  sacred  one  in  three. 
5"  Now  our  Advocate  is  pleading, 

With  his  Father,  and  our  God; 
And  for  us  is  interceding, 

As  the  purchase  of  his  blood; 

458 


EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

Now,  methinks,  I  hear  him  praying, 

Father!  save  them — I  have  died; 
And  the  Father  answers,  saying, 

They  are  freely  justified. 
J  Worthy,  worthy,  worthy,  worthy, 

Worthy  is  the  Lamb  of  God, 
Worthy,  worthy,  worthy,  worthy, 

Who  hath  wash'd  us  in  his  blood 
Holy,  holy,  holy,  holy, 

Holy  is  the  Lord  of  hosts, 
Holy,  holy,  holy,  holy, 

Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost' 

524.      7,  6. 
The  happy  pilgrim. 
4T  LOVE  my  blessed  Saviour.. 
-1    I  feel  I'm  in  his  favor, 
And  I  am  his  forever — 

Oh,  may  I  faithful  prove: 
And  now  I'm  bound  for  Canaaa, 
I  feel  ray  sins  forgiven, 
And  soon  shall  get  to  heaven*  . 
To  sing  redeeming  love. 
2  Though  sinners  may  deride  me, 
And  unbelievers  chide  me, 
Tet  nothing  shall  divide  me 

From  Jesus  my  dear  friend* 
Supported  by  his  power, 
I  long  to  see  the  hour 
That  bids  my  spirit  tour, 
And  all  my  sorrows  end. 

46*3 


£&>       EVANGELICAL  HYMNS, 

3  The  pleasing  time  is  hast'ningT 
My  feeble  frame  is  wasting, 
While  I'm  engag'd  in  praising, 

Constrained  by  his  love. 
When  yonder  shining  orders, 
Who  sing  on  Canaan's  borders, 
Shall  bear  me  to  their  Lord,  tberf 

I'll  sing  his  praise  above, 
i  Farewell,  I'm  bound  for  glory , 
How  pleasing  is  the  story! 
Those  shining  worlds  before  zn$ 

Invite  me  to  begone. 
JIad  I  an  angel's  pinions, 
I'd  range  the  bright  dominions^ 
knd  join  the  shining  millions, 

Wlio're  shouting  round  the  throne  . 
J  How  sweet  the  smile  of  Jesus, 
While  millions  sound  his  praises;  % 
The  rapture  still  increases 

Throughout  th' etherial  plains.. 
My  flesh  and  spirit  failing, 
My  soul  in-transports  hailing 
fright  seraphs  in  their  dwelling-*? 

I  sing  immortal  strains. 
525.     8,  7  4. 
Condition  of  unconverted  relatives  lamented. 
*I  have  great  heaviness  and  continual  sorrow 
in  my  heart ....  for  my  brethren,  my  kins- 
men according  to  the  flesh. 'WRom.  ix.2,  3 

i  /^H!  what  crouds  are  bound  for  ruin! 
\~9  Hast '  airs  g  down  to  endless  woev 
■J60 


EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.       32$ 

White  their  danger  we  are  viewing-. 
Streams  of  tender  sorrow  flow. 

Lord,  prevent  them, 
Or  to  rain  they  must  go. 

See  our  kinsmen — near  relations- 
Dear  companions  all  around — 

Brothers,  sisters,  children,  parent* 
Down  to  endless  ruin  bound. 

Jesus,  save  them, 
Let  the  lost  again  be  found. 

Death,  it  may  be,  now  is  near  them) 
Soon  they'll  feel  his  cold  embrace: 

Gracious  heaven!  shall  we  hear  them 
Mourn  thy  long  rejected  grace! 

Lord,  constrain  them 
jYoio  to  seek  the  Saviour's  face. 

Oh,  the  solemn  separation, 

At  thy  great  tremendous  bar!— 

Mourning,  weeping,  lamentation, 
When  their  final  doom  they  hear 

Lost  forever, 
In  the  gulph  of  dark  despair. 

Lord  display  thy  matchless  power; 

Pierce  their  stubborn  hearts  of  stone ;  . 
Make  them  dread  that  awful  hour — 

Bow  them,  Lord,  before  thy  throne : 
Jesus,  save  them, 

■SWe.  O!  save  &i$m  for  thine  own. 


16--. 


526       EVANGELICAL  HYMNS, 
526.     P.  M.         Newton. 
Conversion  of  Zaccheus. 

1  JJf  ACCHEUS  climb'd  the  tree, 
£A  And  thought  himself  unknown;, 
But  how  surpris'd  was  he 

When  Jesus  call'd  him  downl 
The  Lord  beheld  him,  though  conceal'd^ 
And  by  a  word  his  power  reveal'd* 

2  Wonder  and  joy  at  once 

Were  painted  in  his  face; 
'Does  he  my  name  pronounce, 

And  does  he  know  my  easel 
'Will  Jesus  deign  with  me  to  dineT 
*Lord>  I,  with  all  I  have,  am  thine.' 

3  Thus,  where  the  Gospel's  preach'd, 

And  sinners  come  to  her, 
The  hearts  of  some  are  reach'd, 

Before  they  are  aware: 
The  word  directly  speaks  to  them, 
And  seems  to  point  them  out  by  name 

4-  'Tis  curiosity 

Oft  brings  them  in  the  way, 
Only  the  man  to  see, 

And  hear  what  he,  can  say; 
But  how  the  sinner  starts  to  find 
The  preacher  knows  his  inmost  mind' 
5  His  long  forgotten  faults 

Are  brought  again  in  view.. 
And  all  his  secret  thoughts 
ReveaPd  in  public  too; 
462 


EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.       527 

Though  compass'd  with  a  crowd  about, 
The  searching  word  has  found  him  outf 
While  thus  distressing  pain 

And  sorrow  fills  his  hearty 
He  hears  a  voice  again, 

That  bids  his  fears  depart: 
Then,  like  Zaccheus,  he  is  blest. 
And  Jesus  deigns  to  be  his  guest,. 

527.       P.  M. 
Judgment. 
■  Tune,— "Hymn  to  the  Trinity/' 
1TTAKK!  'tis  the  trump  of  God, 
JCjL  Sounds  through  the  worlds  abroad. 

Time  is  no  more! 
Horrors  invest  the  sky, 
Grares  burst  and  myriads  rise, 
Nature,  in  agonies, 

Yields  up  her  store- 
Quick  reels  the  bursting  earth, 
llock'd  by  a  storm  of  wrath, 
Hurled  from  it's  sphere. 
Heart-rending  thunders  roll, 
Demons  tormented  howl! 
Great  God,  support  my  soul? 
Yielding  to  fear. 

3  O!  rny  Redeemer,  come, 

Aftid  through  the  fearful  gloom,    * 

Brighten  thy  way. 
How  would  our  souls  arise, 
Soar  through  the  flaming  skies. 

563 


327       EVANGELICAL  HYMN; 

Join  the  solemnities, 
Of  the  great  day. 

4  Chang'd  in  a  moment's  ^pace. 
Lo'  the  affrighted  raeo, 
Shriek  and  despair: 
Now  they  attempt  to  fly, 
Curse  immortality, 
And  eye  their  misery, 
Dreadfully  near. 
v3  Thousands  of  thousands  wait, 
Round  the  judicial  seat, 

Glorified  there: 
Prostrate  the  Elders  fall, 
Wing'd  is  my  raptur'd  soul> 
I  to  the  Judge  of  all, 
Humbly  draw  near, 

6  See!  see!  the  Incarnate  God* 
Swiftly  emits  abroad, 

Glories  benign: 
Lo!  Lo!  he  comes,  he's  heri#, 
Angels  and  saints  appear, 
Fled  is  my  every  fear, 

Jesus  is  mine. 

7  High  on  a  flaming  throne-. 
Rides  the  Eternal  Son, 

Sovereign,  august: 
Worlds  from  his  presence  fly, 
.Ahrink*  at  his  majesty, 
■Vjrs  dash  alon^  the  sfc  * 

Awfully  \}\xr*£ 

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EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.       528 

8  O!  my  approving  God, 

Wash'd  in  thy  precious  blood, 

Bold  I  advance: 
Fearless  we'll  range  along, 
Join  the  triumphant  throng, 
Shout  an  extatic  song, 
Through  the  expanse. 

628.  L.  M.      By  G.  N.  G o/JkT.  Jersey. 

The  Judgment. 
I  TTARK!  hear  the  trumpet's  dreadful  roar, 
JLA  The  sound  extends  from  shore  to  shore, 
Announcing  time  to  be  no  more, 
And  thy  dread  reign  Eternity. 
S  The  vaulted  heav'ns  majestic  bend, 
Angelic  guards  the  Judge  attend, 
Array 'd  in  splendor  they  descend, 

In  pomp  and  awful  majesty. 
What  glory  now  that  head  adorns, 
That  once  was  crown'd  with  rugged  thorns.-. 
How  chang'd  the  man  whodwelt  with  worms> 
And  groan'd  and  died  on  Calvary! 

His  voice  death's  iron  slumbers  breaks, 
The  dead  from  their  long  sleep  awake, 
At  his  approach  all  nature  quakes, 
And  waits  her  final  destiny. 

•  And  now  the  dead,  both  small  and  grea'f;. 
From  him  the  solemn  sentence  wait, 
Which  shall  decide  their  endless  state; 
Of  happiness  or  misery. 
E  s 


52D       EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.. 

6  The  saints  that  kept  his  holy  word, 
From  him  receive  a  large  reward, 
And  dwell  in  mansions  near  their  LorcL, 

And  reign  with  him  Eternally. 

7  But  on  his  foes  who  dared  rebel, 

He  frowns,  and  sends  them  down  to  heU 
Where  d*evils  and  the  damned  dwell, 
In  pain,  despair,  and  misery! 
529.     C.  M.        Young. 
Submission. 

1  /^UR  hearts  are  fasten'd  to  the-  world 
V^  By  strong  and  num'rous  ties; 
And  eVery  sorrow  cuts  a  string, 

And  urges  us  to  rise. 

2  When  God  would  kindly  set  us  free, 

And  earth's  enchantment  end; 
He  takes  the  most  effectual  means, 
And  robs  us  of  a  friend. 

3  Since  vain  all  here,  all  future,  vast, 

Embrace  the  lot  assign 'd; 
Heav'n  wounds  to  heal,  its  frowns  are  friends. 
Its  strokes  severe,  most  kind. — 

4  To  final  good  the  worst  events. 

Through  secret  channels  run; 
Finish'd  for  saints,  their  destin'd  course, 
As  'twas  for  saints  begun.  '  *v 

5  O!  for  that  summit  of  my  wish. 

While  here  I  draw  my  breath, 
That  promise  of  eternal  bliss™ 
A  cclorious  smile  in  dfeatft. 


EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.       5.3©. 
530.      C.  M. 

Babylonian  Captivity. — Psalm  137, 

HERE  gently  lows  proud  Babel's  straam- 
We  sat  us  down  and  wept; 
And- thought  us — O!  heart-sickening  dream ^ 
Of  the  fair  land  we'd  left. 


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2  There  the  green  willows  pensive  weep. 

And  there  our  harps  we  hung;  * 

For  they — the  cause  of  all  our  grief, 
Requir'd  of  us  a  song. 

3  Ho*W  shall  we  sing  thy  songs,  Q  Lord! 

'Midst  an  unhailaw'd  band? 
Oh!  how  be  joyful  to  our  God 
In  a  strange,  foreign  land! 

4  If  I  forget  thee,  O!  thou  land, 

Where  all  our  fathers  lie, 
Its  cunning  work  may  my  right  hand 
Forget,  grow  weak,  and  die. 

5  Remember,  Lord,  proud  Edom's  sons, 

Who,  in  our  city's  day, 
Cried  "Raze  it, — Raze  it  to  the  stones, 
Low  her  foundations  lay!"  r 

6  Daughter  of  Babel,  bless'd  are  they 

Who  do  thy  sins  reward; 
Who  slay  thy  sons,  as  thou  didst  slaj 
The  child ren  of  the  Lord.. 

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531        EVANGELICAL  HYMNS 
531.     P.  M.         Loomis. 
The  Babylonian  Captivity. — Ps.  137. 

3     A  LONG  the  banks  where  Babel's  cur- 

j\.        rent  flows,  [stray'd, 

Our  captive  bands  in  deep  despondence 

While  Zion's  fall  in  sad  remembrance  rose, 

Her  friends,  her  children  mingled  with  tho 

dead. 

2  The  tuneless  harp,  that  once  with  joy  we 

strung, 
When  praise  employM  and  mirth  inspir'd 
the  lay, 
Ija  mournful  silence  on  the  willows  hung, 
And  growing  grief  prolonged  the  tedious 
day. 

3  The  barb'rous  tyrants,  to  increase  the  woe, 

W  ith  taunting  smiles  a  song  of  Zion  claim ; 
Bid  sacred  praise  in  strains  melodious  How, 
While  they  blaspheme  the  great  J  ehovabrs 
name. 

4  But  how,  in  heathen  chains  and  lands  un- 

known, 
Shall  Israel's  sons  a  soug  of  Zion  raise'? 
Q!  hapless  fcalem,  God's  terrestrial  throne, 
Thou  land  of  glory,  sacredmount  of  praise! 

5  If  e'er  my  mem'ry  lose  thy  lovely  name, 

If  my  cold  heart  neglect  my  kindred  race, 
£etdire  destruction  seize  this  guilty  frame; 
My  hand  shall  perish,  and  my  voice  shall 
cease* 

■3SS 


EVANGELICAL  HYM*NS    532, 5SS 

3  Yet  shall  the  Lord,  who  hears  when  Zioa 

calls, 
O'ertake  her  foes  with  terror  and  dismays 
His  arm  avenge  her  desolated  walls, 
And  raise  her  children  to  eternal  day. 
532.     C.  M.         Doddridge. 
Running  (he  Christian  race. -—Phil.  Hi.  12 — 14,, 
\     A  WAKE  my  soul,  stretch  every  nerve,. 
_I\.  And  press  with  vigor  on; 
A  heav'nly  race  demands  thy  zeal,. 
And  an  immortal  crown. 
2  'Tis  God's  all-animatin g  voice, 
That  calls  thee  from  on  high: 
'Tis  his  own  hand  presents  the  prize 
To  thine  aspiring  eye. 
3,  A  cloud  of  witnesses  around^ 
Hold  thee  in  full  survey; 
Forget  the  steps  already  trod, 
And  onward  urge  thy  way. 

4  Bless'd  Saviour,  introduc'd  by  the^ 

Have  we  our  race  begun; 
And  crown'd  with  vict'ry,  at  thy  fe#c 
We  lay  our  laurels  down. 
533.       P.  M. 
The  Kingdom  of  Christ.—Vhil.  iv.  4. 
i  T>  E  JO  ICE,  the  Lord  is  King, 
JlV  Your  God  and  King  adore; 
Mortals,  give  thanks  and  sing, 

And  triumph  evermore! 
Lift  up  the  heart,  lift  up  the  voice, 
Rojojce  aloud,  ye  saints,  reioice. 

469' 


534       EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

2  Rejoice,  the- Saviour  reigns, 

The  God  of  truth  and  love; 
When  he  had  purg'd  our  stains, 

He  took  his  seat  above: 
Lift  up  the  heart,  lift  up  the  voice, 
Rejoice  aloud,  ye  saints,  rejoice. 

ft  His  kingdom  cannot  fail, 

He  rules  o'er  earth  and  heav'n, 
he  keys  of  death  and  hell 
Are  to  our  Jesus  giv'n- 
Lift  up  the  heart,  lift  up  the  voice, 
Rejoice  aloud,  ye  saints,  rejoice, 

4  He  all  his  foes  shall  quell, 

Shall  all  our  sins  destroy; 
And  every  bosom  swell 

With  pure  seraphic  joy; 
Lift  up  the  heart,  lift  up  the  voice* 
Rejoice  aloud,  ye  saints,  rejoice. 

5  Rejoice  in  glorious  hope, 

Jesus  the  Judge  shall  come, 
And  take  his  servants  up 

To  their  eternal  home: 
We  soon  shall  hear  th'  archangel's  voice, 
The  trump  of  God  shall  sound  rejoice. 

&34.       P.  M. 
Jesus  reigns. 
I  TTJ  EAR  the  royal  proclamation, 
11  The  glad  tidings  of  salvatiori, 
Published  to  every  creature, 
To  the  ruin'd  sons  of  nature. 
470 


EVANGELICAL  HYM>S. 

CHORUS. 

Jesus  reigns,  he  reigns  victorious. 
Over  heav'n  and  cuvth  most  glorious: 
Jesus  reigns. 

2  See  the  royal  banner  flying, 
Hear  the  heralds  loudly  crying; 
Rebel  sinners,  royal  favor 
Now  is  offer'd  by  the  Saviour. 

Jesus  reigns,  <$c 

3  Here,  ye  sons  of  wrath  and  ruin, 
Who  have  wrought  your  own  undoing-; 
Here  is  life  and  free  salvation 
Offer'd  to  the  whole  creation. 

Jesus  reig?is,  S,c. 

4  'Twas  for  you  that  Jesus  died, 
For  you  he  was  crucified; 
Conquer'd  death,  and  rose  to  heaven; 
Life  eternal  through  hira's  given.. 

Jesus  reigns,  6,-c. 

$.  Turn  unto  the  Lord  most  holy, 
Shun  the  path  of  vice  and  folly^ 
Turn,  or  you  are  lost  forever, 
O,  now  turn  to  God  your  Saviour! 
Jesus  reigns,  &c. 

$  Here  is  wine,  and  milk,  and  honey, 
Come  and  purchase  without  moneys- 
Mercy,  like  a  flowing  fountain, 
Streaming  from  the  holy  mountain.  - 
Jesus  reigns,  3  c,4 


535      EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

7  For  this  lore  let  rocks  and  mountains. 
Purling  streams,  and  chrystal  fountains^ 
Roaring  thunders,  lightning  blazes, 
Shout  the  great  Messiah's  praises. 

Jesus  reigns,  &c. 

8  Shout,  ye  tongues  of  every  nation, 
To  the  bounds  of  the  creation; 
Shout  the  praise  of  Judah's  Lion, 
The  almighty  King  of  Zion, 

Jesus  reigns,  <$c. 

%  Nov  our  souls  have  caught  new  fire,, 
Brethren,  raise  your  voices  higher; 
Shout  with  joyful  acclamation, 
.     To  the  Prince  of  our  salvation. 

Jesus  reigns,  #c. 
10  Shout  ye  saints,  make  joyful  mention, 
Christ  has  purchas'd  our  redemption; 
Angels  shout  the  joyful  story, 
Through  the  brighter  worlds  of  glory. 
Jesus  reigns,  &c. 

535.     L.  M.        Beddome. 
The  increase  of  the  Church. 
i  T>  EJOICE,  ye  saints,  that  Jesus  reigns!^ 
M\>  Thro'  distant  lands  his  triumphs  spread; 
And  sinners,  freed  from  endless  pain«, 
Own  him  their  Saviour  and  their  head,. 

%  His  sons  and  daughters  from  afar, 
Daily  at  Sion's  gate  arrive; 
Those  who  were  dead  in  sin  before, 
By  sovereign  grace  are  made  alive 
473 


EVANGELICAL  HYMNSL       .536 

O  may  his  conquest  still  increase, 

His  power  every  foe  subdue; 
While  angels  celebrate  his  praise, 

And  saints  his  spreading  glories  show . 
Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lamb, 

From  all  below  and  all  above; 
In  lofty  songs  exalt  his  name, 

In  songs  as  lasting  as  his  love. 

536.     P.  M.         C.  Weslet. 

Time  and  Eternity. 

LO!  on  a  narrow  neck  of  land, 
'Twixt  two  unbounded  seas  I  stantL 
Yet  how  insensible! 
A  point  of  time,  a  moment's  space. 
Removes  me  to  yon  heav'nly  piace, 

Or — shuts  me  up  in  hell! 
O  God,  my  inmost  soul  convert, 
And  deeply  on  my  thoughtless  heart 

Eternal  things  impress^ 
Give  me  to  feel  their  solemn  weight. 
And  save  me,  ere  it  be  too  late- 
Wake  me  to  righteousness. 
\  Before  me  place,  in  bright  array, 
The  pomp  of  that  tremendous  day, 

When  thou  with  clouds  shalt  come 
To  judge  the  nations  at  thy  bar: 
And  tell  me,  Lord,  shall  I  be  there 
To  meet  a  joyful  doom"? 
I  Be  this  my  one  great  business  here. 
With  holy  trembling,  holy  fear, 

473 


537       EVANGELICAL  HYMNS 

To  make  my  calling  sure! 
Thine  utmost  counsel  to  fulfil, 
And  suffer  all  thy  righteous  will. 

And  to  the  end  endure! 

5  Then,  Saviour,  then  my  soul  receive, 
Transported  from  this  vale,  to  live 

And  reign  with  the«  above-; 
Where  faith  is  sweetly  lost  in  sight, 
And  hope,  in  full  supreme  delight* 
And  everlasting  love! 

537.     C.  M.         Watts. 
The  death  of  a  sinner. 

1  1%/fl"  Y  thoughts  on  awful  subjects  roll, 
It jl  Damnation  and  the  dead; 
What  horrors  seize  the  guilty  soul 

Upon  a  dying  bed! 

2  Ling'ring  about  these  mortal  shores. 

She  makes  a  long  delay; 
Till,  like  a  flood,  with  rapid  force, 
Death  sweeps  the  wretch  away. 

3  Then  swift  and  dreadful  she  descends 

Down  to  the  fiery  coast, 

Amongst  abominable  fiends, 

Herself  a  frighted  ghost. 

4  There  endless  crowds  of  sinners  lie, 

And  darkness  makes  their  chains; 
Tortur'd  with  keen  despair  they  cry, 
Yet  wait  for  fiercer  pains. 

6  Not  all  their  anguish  and  their  blood 

For  their  ©wn  guilt  atones, 
47.4 


EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.       5SZ 

Nor  the  compassion  of  a  God 

Shall  hearken  to  their  groans. 
Amazing  grace,  that  kept  my  breath, 

Nor  bid  my  soul  remove, 
Till  I  had  learn'd  my  Saviour's  death, 

And  well  insur'd  his  love! 

538.     C.  M.         Watts. 
Death  ami  Eiernity. 

MY  thoughts,  that  often  mount  the  skies,: 
Go,  search  the  world  beneath, 
Where  nature  all  in  ruin  lies, 
And  owns  her  sovereign,  death. 

The  tyrant,  how  he  triumphs  here,* 

His  trophies  spread  around! 
And  heaps  of  dust  and  bones  appear 

Through  all  the  hollow  ground. 
These  skulls,  what  ghastly  figures  now-! 

How  loathsome  to  the  eyes! 
These  are  the  heads  we  lately  knew 

So  beauteous  and  so  wise. 

But  where  the  souls,  those  deathless  thing*. 

That  left  their  dying  clay] 
My  thoughts,  now  stretch  out  all  your  wings, 

And  trace  eternity! 
O!  that  unfathomable  sea! 

Those  deeps  without  ashore! 
Where  living  waters  gently  play, 

Or  fiery  billows  roar. 


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#39      EVANGELICAL  H5TMNS, 

6  There  we  shall  swim  in  heav'nly  bliss-,, 

Or  sink  in  flaming  waves; 
While  the  pale  carcase  breathless  lies 
Among  the  silent  graves. 

7  "Prepare  us,  Lord,  for  thy  right  hand, 

"Then  come  the  joyful  day; 
"Come,  death,  and  some  celestial  band., 
"To  bear  our  souls  away." 

539.     C.  M.         Watts. 
The  presence  of  God  worth  dying  for;  or,  \ 
death  of  Moses. — Deut.  xxxii.49,  50.  xxxiv- 

1  X   ORD,  'tis  an  infinite  delight 
JLi  To  see  thy  lovely  face; 

To  dwell  whole  ages  in  thy  sight, 
And  feel  thy  vital  rays. 

2  Thy  love,  a  sea  without  a  shore,, 

Spreads  life  and  joy  abroad; 
O,  'tis  a  heav'n  worth  dying  for, 
To  see  a  smiling  God. 

%  Sweet  was  the  journey  to  the  sky, 
The  wondrous  prophet  tried; 
"Climb  up  the  mount,"  says  God,  "and  die 
The  prophet  climb'd  and  died. 
4  Softly  his  fainting  head  he  lay 
Upon  his  Maker's  breast; 
His  Maker  kiss'd  his  soul  away,, 
And  laid  his  flesh  to  rest. 
f*  Shew  me  thy  face,  and  I'll  away 
From  all  inferior  things; 
476 


EVANGELICAL  HYMNS.       540 

Speak,  Lord,  and  here  I  quit  my  clay, 
And  stretch  my  airy  wings. 

540.     S.  M.         Watts. 
Heavenly  joy  on  earth. 

COME,  we  that  love  the  Lord, 
And  let  our  joys  be  known; 
Join  in  a  song  with  sweet  accord, 

And  thus  surround  the  throne. 
The  sorrows  of  the  mind 

Be  banish'd  from  the  place; 
Religion  never  was  design'd 

To  make  our  pleasures  less. 
Let  those  refuse  to  sing, 

That  never  knew  our  God; 
But  fav'rites  of  the  heav'niy  King 

May  speak  their  joys  abroad. 
[The  God  that  rules  on  high, 

And  thunders  when  he  please. 
That  rides  upon  the  stormy  sky, 

And  manages  the  seas:] 

This  awful  God  is  ours, 

Our  Father  and  our  love; 
He  shall  send  dowmhis  heav'nly  pow'rs', 

To  carry  us  above. 

There  shall  we  see  his  face, 

And  never,  never  sin; 
There,  from  the  rivers  of  his  grace. 

Drink  endless  pleasures  in. 
Yes,  and  before  we  rise 

To  that  immortal  slate^ 

473 


541       EVANGELICAL  HYMNS. 

The  thoughts  of  such  amazing  bliss 

Should  constant  joys  create. 
3  [The  men  of  grace  have  found 

Glory  begun  below: 
Celestial  fruits  on  earthly  ground, 

From  faith  and  hope  may  grow.] 
0  [The  hill  of  Sion  yields 

A  thousand  sacred  sweets, 
Before  we  reach  the  heav'nly  fields, 

Or  walk  the  golden  streets. 

10  Then  let  our  songs  abound, 
And  every  tear  be  dry: 
We're  inarching  thro'  ImmanueFs  ground 
To  fairer  worlds  on  high.] 

541.     C.  M.         Watts. 
God's  presence  is  light  in  darkness, 
God!  the  spring  of  all  my  joys, 


MY 


The  life  of  my  delights, 
The  glory  of  my  brightest  days, 
And  comfort  of  my  nights! 

In  darkest  shades,  if.he  appear, 

My  dawning  is  begun! 
He  is  my  soul's  sweet  morning  star, 

And  he  my  rising  sun. 
The  op"ning  heav'ns  around  me  shine 

With  beams  of  sacred  bliss, 
While  Jesus  shows  his  heart  is  mine. 

And  whispers,. "I  2m  hi??!"' 

478 


DOXOLOGIES, 

My  soul  would  leave  this  heavy  clay 
At  that  transporting-  word, 

Run  up  with  joy  the  shining  way, 
T'  embrace  my  dearest  Lord. 

Fearless  of  hell  and  ghastly  death, 
I'd  break  through  every  foe; 

The  wings  of  love,  and  arms  of  faith; 
Should  bear  me  conqu'ror  through  ,. 


DOXOLOGIES, 

L.  M. 

To  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son-, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
Be  honour,  praise,  and  glory  giv'n, 
By  all  on  earth,  and  all  in  heav'n. 

C.    M. 

Let  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 

And  Spirit  be  adortf, 
"Where  there  are  works  to  make  hrm  known. 

Or  saints  to  love  the  Lord. 

S.    M. 
Ye  angels,  round  the  throne, 

And  saints  that  dwell  below, 
Worship  the  Father,  praise  the  Son, 
A*nd  bless  the  Spixit  too. 

<#9 


DOXOLOGIE* 
P.   M. 

To  God  the  Father's  throne 

Perpetual  hononrs  raise, 
Glory  to  God  the  Sod, 
To  God  the  Spirit  praise: 
With  all  our  powers, 
Eternal  King, 
Thy  name  we  sing", 
While  faith  adores* 

7s. 

Sing  we  to  our  God  above, 
Praise  eternal  as  his  love: 
Praise  him,  all  ye  heav'nly  hosts, 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

8,  7. 
May  the  grace  of  Christ  our  Saviour, 

And  the  Father's  boundless  love, 
With  the  Holy  Spirit's  favor, 

Rest  upon  us  from  above! 
Thus  may  we  abide  in  union 

With  each  other  and  the  Lordj 
And  possess,  in  sweet  communion , 

Joys  whioh  earth  cannot  afford? 

4&) 


A  TABLE  OF  FIRST  LINES, 


Hymn;. 

A  CHARGE  to  keep  I  have,  337 

Afflicted  saint  to  Christ  draw  near,   345 
Again  indulgent  Lord, 
Ah,  vretched  souls  are  they,    [Part  2] 
Alas  how  chang'd  that  lovely  flW'r, 
Alas  what  hourly  dangers  rise, 
Almighty  Father  gracious  Lord, 
Almighty  Maker  God, 
Almighty  Maker  of  my  frame, 
All  hail  the  power  of  Jesns'  name, 
All  hail  thou  great  Immanuel, 
Although  the  vine  its  fruit  deny, 
All  ye  who  laugh  and  sport  with  death, 
Along  the  banks  where  Babel's,  £,c. 
Amazing  grace  how  sweet  the  sound, 
Amazing  sight  the  Saviour  stands, 
Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross, 
iAnd  am  I  born  to  die, 
And  can  I  yet  delay, 
And  canst  thou  sinner  slight, 
And  let  this  feeble  body  fail, 
^A.nd  may  I  hope  that  when  no  more, 
And  must  [  part  with  all  I  have, 
And  will  the  Judge  descend, 
And  will  the  Lord  thus  condescend, 
Angels  roll  the  rock  away,  5; 

Another  six  days'  work  is  done,  3V; 

%nxi9U5  I  stT#vo  to  find  the  wav,  ,19, 

F  f  48* 


w      A  TABLE  OF 

Hymn* 

Approach,  my  soul,,  the  mercy-seat,  482 

Arise  and  shine  O  Zion  fair,  435 

Arise  my  soul  with  rapture  rise,  371 

Arise  my  tenderest  thoughts  arise,  26 

As  on  the  cross  the  Saviour  hung,  40 

As  once  the  Saviour  took  his  seat,  463 

As  the  sweet  flow'r  that  scents  the  morn,  476 

At  length  the  wish'd-for  spring  is  come,  387 

Awake  and  sing  the  song,  508 

Awake  awake  my  sluggish  soul,  148. 

Awak'd  by  Sinai's  avvrai  sound,  35 

Awake  my  soul  and  with  the  sun,  457 
Awake  my  soul  in  joyful  lay;;, 
Awake  my  soul,  lift  up  thine  eyes, 

Awake  my  soul  stretch  every  nerve,,  532 

BEGONE  all  delay, 
Begone  my  worldly  cares  away, 
Begone  unbelief, 
Begone  ye  gilded  vanities; 
Behold  a  pilgrim  as  he  dies, 
Behold  a  stranger  at  fie  door* 
Behold  my  Saviour  and  my  King* 
Behold  the  mountain  of  the  Lord, 
Being  call'd  to  part  asunder, 
Beside  the  gospel  pool, 
Beware  of  Peter's  word, 
Blest  be  the  eternal  infinite, 
Blest  be  the  tie  that  binds, 
Blest  Comforter  Divine, 
Blest  it  the  man  whose  softening  heart. 
Blow  ye  the  trumpet  blow, 
482 


FIRST  LINES. 

Hyrnn* 

Boast  not  thyself  of  days  to  come*  450 

Bretnren  belov'd  for  Jesus'  sake, 

Bright  King  of  glory  dreadful  God, 

Broken  Hearted  weep  no  more, 

By  whom  shall  Jacob  now  arise 

f  CHILDREN  of  the  heav'nly  king, 

O  Christian  see  the  orient  morning, 

"ome  all  ye  chosen  saints  of  God, 

/ome  away  to  the  skies., 

"ome  Christian  brethren  ere  we  part, 

"ome  dearest  Lord  and  bless  this  day,' 

"ome  forward  death  and  let  us  talk, 

xome  Holy  Ghost  my  soul  inspire, 

?ome  Holy  Spirit  come, 

'ome Holy  Spirit  heav'nly  dove, 

'ome  humble  sinner  in  whose  breast, 

;ome  let  me  love  or  is  my  mind, 

'ome  let  us  join  our  friends  above, 

'ome  Lord  and  bless  the  rising  race, 

'ome  O  my  soul  lookup  and  see, 

ome  sinners  attend, 

ome  thou  fount  of  every  blessing, 
'ome  to  me  all  ye  that  labour, 

ome  we  that  love  the  Lord, 

'ome  ye  sinners  poor  and  wretched, 

ome  ye  that  know  and  fear  the  Lord, 

ome  ye  weary  sinners  come, 
!onvinc'd  as  a  sinner  to  Jesus  I  come, 
f\  ARK  and  stormy  is  the  desert, 
L*  Day  of  Judgment  day  of  wonders, 

ear  Lord  and  will  thy  pardoning  love, 

4*8. 


A  TABLE  OF 

Hymn* 
Bear  refuge  of  my  weary  soul,  /    lm 

Dear  Saviour  if  these  lambs  should  stray,  26<o| 
Death  and  the  grave  are  doleful  themes,  40$ 
Descend  Holy  Spirit  the  Dove,  [Part  2]  210 
Destruction's  dangerous  road,  135 

Dismiss  us  with,  thy  blessing  Lord,  455 

Do  not  I  love  thee  O  my  Lord,  105 

Drooping-  souls  no  longer  grieve,  522 

EARTH  has  a  joy  unknown  toheav'n, 
i  Ere  the  blueheav'ns  were,  &c. 
Encompass'd  with  clouds  of  distress, 
Eternal  power  whose  high  abode, 
Eternity  stupendous  theme, 
Eternity  tremendous  sound, 
Every  moment  brings  me  nearer, 

FAR  from  affliction  toil  and  care, 
Farewell  loving  Christians,  &c. 
Ear  from  the  utmost  verge  of  day, 
Farewell  vain  world  I'm  going  home, 
Fare-ye-well,  fare-ye-well, 
Father  divine  thy  piercing  eye, 
Father  in  heav'n  to  thee  1  bend, 
Father  is  not  thy  promise  pledg'd, 
Father  of  mercies  God  of  love, 
Father  of  mercies  in  thy  word, 
Father  sanctify  me  wholly, 
Father  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss, 
For  a  season  call'd  to  part, 
Frequent  the  day  of  God  returns,, 
From  every  stormy  wip.d  that  blmvs. 
484 


FIRST  LINES. 

Hymn, 

From  Greenland's  icy  mountains,  248 

From  his  low  bed  of  mortal  dust,  410 

C^i  AY  is  thy  morning  flattering  hope,  156 

Jf  Gird  thy  loins  up  Christian  soldier,  498 

Glory  to  God  who  reigns  above,  64 

God  hath  bereav'dmeof  my  child,  420 

God  from  his  throne  with  piercing  eye,  438 

God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way,  24 

God  of  mercy  God  of  love,  464 

God  of  my  life  look  gently  down,  361 

God  of  my  life  my  morning  song,  369 

God  our  God  Ifispow'r  revealing,  [Part  2]  247 
God's  sovereign  grace  has  found  the  means,    65 

Go  ye  messengers  of  God,  249 

Grace  tis  a  charming  sound,  332 

Gracious  Lord  incline  thine  ear,     f  184 

Grant  Lord  I  may  delight  in  thee,  '  117 

Great  God  how  powerful  is  thy  hand,  6 

Great  God  indulge  my  humble  claim,  329 

Great  God  to  thee  I  make,  434 

Great  God  to  thee  my  evening  song,  374 

Great  God  thy  holy  name  we  praise,  115 

Great  God  with  wonder  and  with  praise,  9 

Great  God  we  now  surround  thy  board,  -273 

Gr-at  high  priest  we  view  thee  stooping,  277 

Guide  me  O  thou  great  Jehovah,  83 

HAIL  my  ever  blessed  Jesus,  275 
Hail  sovereign  love  that  first  began,  43 

ilail  the  blest  morn  when  the  great,  Lc.  47 

Happy  is  he  whose  early  years,  46© 

Happy  place,  happy  place,  31* 

485 


A  TAkLE  OF 

Hymn, 

Happy  soul  thy  days  are  ended,  416 

Happy  soul  we  now  resign  thee,  415 

Hark!  a  cry  among  the  nations,  [Part  2]  248 

Hark  hark  my  soul  what's  this  I  hear,  439 

Hark  hark  the  notes  of  joy,  240 

Hark  hear  the  sound  on  earth  'tis  found,  231 

Hark  hear  the  trumpet's  dreadful  roar,  528 

Hark  my  soul  it  is  the  Lord,  102 

Hark  the  herald  angels  sing,  46 

Hark  the  Jubilee  is  sounding,  232 

Hark  the  song  of  Jubilee,  63 

Hark  the  voice  of  love  md  mercy,  54 

Hark  'tis  the  Saviour's  voice  I  .hear,  335 

Hark  'tis  the  trump  of  God,  527 

Hark  what  mean  those  lamentations,  247 

Hark  what  sounds  are  these  so  pleasing,  166 

Hasten  O  sinner  to  be  wise,  138 

Haste  that  delightful  awful  day,  123 

He3r  the  royal  proclamation,  5341 

Heav'n  is  the  land  where  troubles  cease,  443 

He  diss  the  friend  of  sinners  dies,  55 
He  lives  the  great  Redeemer  lives, 
Here  at  thy  table  Lord  we  meet, 
High  in  yonder  realms  of  light, 
Holy  Ghost  dispel  our  sadness, 
Hew  blest  is  our  brother  bereft, 
How  blest  the  sacred  tie  that  binds, 
How  bright  is  yonder  sun, 
How  firm  a  foundation  ye  saints,  <fec. 
How  grear  how  terrible  tl,at  God, 
JIow  many  and  great  are  the  foes,  &c. 

486 


FIRST  LINE9. 

Hymn. 

Mow  much  the  drooping  hearts  revive,  233 

How  shall  1  come  before  the  Lord,  33 

How  shall  I  my  Saviour  set  forth,  84 

How  sweet  how  heav'aly  is  the  sight,  309 

How  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours,  93 

IF  I  perish  I  will  go, 
I  hear  a  voice  that  comes  from  far, 
I  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives, 
1  love  my  blessed  Saviour, 
I  love  to  steal  awhile  away, 
.1  love  thy  Kingdom  Lord, 
I'm  bound  for  new  Jerusalem, 
In  all  my  Loid's  appointed  ways, 
Indulgent  Father  by  whose  care, 
In  evil  long  I  took  delight. 
In  glory  bright  the  Saviour  reigns, 
"inquiring  souls  who  long  to  find, 
Inquire  ye  pilgrims  for  the  way, 
In  songs  of  sublime  adoration,    [Part  2j 
In  the  floods  of  tribulation, 
la  thy  great  name  O  Lord  we  come, 
In  vain  my  fancy  strives  to  paint, 
1  own  my  guilt  my  sins  confess, 
I  sojourn  in  a  vale  of  tears, 
I  soon  shall  accomplish  rny  rac+, 
Is  this  my  Jesus  this  my  God, 
It  is  a  glorious  mystery, 
It  is  the  Lord  enthron'd  in  light, 
It  is  the  voice  of  love  divine, 
It  shall  be  well  let  sinners  know, 
IVe  found  the  pearl  of  greatest  price, 

487 


A  TABLE  OF 

Hymn , . 

I  wait  a  few  sorrowful  years,  491 

I  want  a  heart  to  pray,  290 

JESUS  and  shall  it  ever  be,  80. 
jTcsus  dear  name  how  sweet  it  sounds,  330 

Jesus  engrave  it  on  my  heart,  297 

Jesus  grant  us  all  a  blessing,  321 

Jesus  in  thy  transporting  name,  97 

Jesus  is  all  I  wish  or  want,  77 

Jesus  lover  of  my  soul,  74 

Jesus  my  all  to  heav'n  is  gone,  78 

Jesus  Saviour  of  my  soul,  328 

Jesus  the  incarnate  God  of  love,  72 

Jesus  who  knows  full  well,  202 

Jesus  with  truth  and  power  divine,  448: 

Join  all  who  love  the  Saviour's  name,  90 

EEP  silence  all  created  things,  1£ 


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LET  all  who  name  his  blessed  name,  284. 

Let  party  names  no  more,  314 
Let  thoughtless  thousands  choose  the  road,  127 

Life  is  a  sea — how  fair  its  face,  518 

Life  is  the  time  to  serve  the  Lord,  158 
Light  of  the  universe  bright  sun  of  glory, .507 

Lo  another  year  is  gone,  391 

Lo  heaven's  tremendous  mighty  King,  17 

Long  have  I  walk'd  this  dreary  road,  185 

Look  down  O  Lord  with  pitying  eye,  28 

Look  from  on  high  great  God  and  see,  223 

Lo  on  a  narrow  neck  of  land,  536 

Lord  at  thy  feet  I  prostrate  fall,  180 

.  Lord  at  thy  feet  in  dust  I  he,  179 

[  \  488 


ilKST  LINE::. 

Hymn , 
Lord  at  thy  table  I  behold,  2?<1 

Lord  dost  thou  say  ask  what  thou  wilt, 
Lord  hear  a  burden'd  sinner  mourn, 
Lord  how  large  thy  bounties  are, 
Lord  how  mysterious  are  thy  ways, 
Lord  I  am  pain'd  but  1  resign, 
Lord  I  am  thine  entirely  thine, 
Lord  I  cannot  let  thee  go, 
Lord  I  renounce  my  carnal  taste. 
Lord  in  these  dark  and  dismal  days, 
Lord  in  thy  courts- we  now  appear, 
Lord  thou  with  an  unerring  beam, 
Lord  'tis  aa  infinite  delight, 
Lord  vouchsafe  to  us  thy  blessing, 
Lord  we  come  before  thee  now, 
Lord  what  a  heav'n  of  saving  grace, 
Lord  when  I  read  the  traitor's  doom, 
Lord  when  our  raptur'd  thought  surveys, 
Lord  while  thy  judgments  shake  the  land, 
Lord  while  we  meet  to  speak  and  hear, 
Love  divine  all  love  excelling, 

MAY  I  resolve  with  all  my  heart, 
Mercy  O  thou  Son  of  David, 
Messiah  at  thy  glad  approach, 
Metiinks  the  last  great  day  is  come, 
Mortals  awake  with  angels  join, 
My  brethren  from  my  heart  belov'd, 
My  days  my  weeks  my  months  my  years, 
My  Father  calls  me  to  his  arms, 
My  God  the  spring  of  all  my  joys, 
■  acious  Redeemer  I  love, 


A  TABLE  OP 

'Hyirita . 

My  soul  arise  shake  off  thy  fears,  300 

My  soul  be  on  thy  guard,  339 

My  soul  doth  magnify  the  Lord,  2431 

My  soul  forsakes  her  vain  delight,  303 

My  soul  the  minutes  haste  away,  401 

My  soul  would  fain  indulge  a  hope,  360 

My  soul  would  fain  mount  cheerful  up,  330 

My  thoughts  on  awful  subjects  roll,  537 

My  thoughts  that  often  mount  the  skies,  533 

NOW  gracious  Lord  thine  arm  reveal,  392 

Now  in  a  song  of  grateful  praise,  241 

Now  in  the  heat  of  youthful  blood,  157 

Now  is  the  accepted  time,  163 

Now  is  the  time  the  accepted  hour,  162 

Now  let  my  soul  with  wonder  trace.;  41 

Now  let  our  voices  join,  304 

Now  the  shades  of  night  are  gone,  367 

No  never  may  our  souls  forget,  281 

O  COULD  I  soar  to  worlds  above,  473 

O'er  the  gloomy  hills  of  darkness,  245 

Oft  as  the  bell  with  solemn  toll,  407 

O  for  a  glance  of  heav'nly  day,  198 

Oft  have  I  turn'd  my  eyes  within,  114 

'Oh  for  a  closer  walk  with  God,  108 

O  glorious  hope  of  perfect  love,  126 

O  happy  day  that  fix'd  my  choice,  279 

Oh  happy  day  when  saints  shall  meet,  323 

Oh  could  I  find  from  dry  to  day,  107 

Oh  could  I  speak  the  matchless  worth,  96 

Oh  could  our  thoughts  and  wishes  fly,  100 
Ola  for  a  heart  to  praise  and  pray, 
490 


FIRST  LINES. 

Hyrrra. 
Oh  for  an  ardent  faith,  '  286 

Oh  how  divine  how  sweet  the  joy, 
Oh  tell  me  no  more, 
Oh  that  I  knew  the  secret  place, 
Oh  that  my  load  of  sin  were  gone, 
Oh  that  the  Lord  would  hear  my  cry, 
Oh  thou  whose  hand  thy  kingdom  sways, 
Oh  what  crowds  are  bound  fcr  ruin, 
Oh  where  shall  rest  be  found, . 
O  Lord  our  languid  sours  inspire, 
O  love  beyond  conception  great, 
O  love  divine  what  hast  thou  done, 
Once  in  this  world  I  wander'd  forth, 
Once  more  we  come  before  the  Lord, 
Once  more  before  we  part, 
Once  O  Lord  thy  garden  flourish VI, 
Once  on  the  raging  seas  I  rode, 
One  spark  O  God  of  heav'nly  fire, 
On  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand, 
On  this  sweet  morn  my  Lord  arose, 
O  that  mine  eyes  were  floods  of  tears, 
O  thou  at  wkose  almighty  word, 
O  thou  from  whom  all  goodness  flows, 
O  thou  who  dry'st  the  mourner's  tear, 
O  thou  whose  tender  mercy  hears, 
O  thou  in  whose  presence  my  soul,  &c. 
O  when  shall  I  see  Jesus, 
Our  country  is  Immanuel's  ground, 
Our  hearts  are  fasten'd  to  the  world, 
Our  souls  by  love  together  knit, 


491 


A  TABLE  OF 

Hymn , 

PEOPLE  of  the  living-  God,  26? 

Pilgrim  burden'd  with  thy  sin,  19t> 

Poor  weak  and  worthless  though  I  am,  73 

Praise  to  God  immortal  praise,  472 

Prayer  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire,  201 

Prayer  was  appointed  to  convey,  200 

RAISE  thoughtless  sinner  raise,  &c, 
Rejoice  the  Lord  is  King, 
Rejoice  ye  saints  that  Jesus  reigns, 
Religion  is  the  chief  concern, 
Remember  blooming  youth, 
Repent  the  voice  celestial  cries, 

ii  my  roving  heart  return, 
Return  O  wanderer  return, 
Rise  my  soul  and  stretch  thy  wings, 

SALVATION  how  precious  the  sound, 
salvation  through  my  dying  God, 
Saviour  I  do  feel  thy  merit, 
Saviour  visit  thy  plantation, 
Saw  ye  my  Saviour, 
Saw  ye  not  the  cloud  arise, 
Say  now  ye  lovely  social  band. 
Say  sinner  hath  a  voice  within, 
See  a  poor  sinner  dearest  Lord, 
See  from  Zion's  sacred  mountain, 
See  gracious  Lord  before  thy  throne, 
See  iiow  the  little  toiling  ant, 
See  how  rude  winter's  icy  hand, 
See  Israel's  gentle  shepherd  stands, 
See  the  eternal  Judge  descending, 
#ejf-ri<rbteaus  s.ouls  on  work's  rely, 


FIRST  LINES. 

ilymii. 
Shall  man  O  God  of  light  aDd  life,  '  426 

Shepherd  who  leadst  with  tender  care,      258 
Shepherds  rejoice  lift  up  your  eyes,  45 

Shew  pity  Lord  O  Lord  forgive,  29 

Should  God  forbid  the  sun  to  rise,  37$ 

Since  Jesus  freely  did  appear,  396 

Since  we  are  call'd  to  part,  453 

Sinner  art  thou  s.till  secure,  140 

Sinner  behold  I've  heard  thy  groan,  186 

Sinners  behold  the  Lamb  of  God, 
Sinners  behold  that  downward  road, 
Sinner  hear  the  Saviour  call, 
Sinners  now  awake  awake, 
Sinners  obey  the  gospel  word, 
Sinner  O  why  so  thoughtless  grown, 
Sinners  take  a  friendly  warning, 
Sinners  this  solemn  truth  regard, 
Sinners  the  voice  of  God  regard, 
Sinners  will  you  scorn  the  message, 
Smote  by  the  law  I'm  justly  slain, 
Soft  be  the  gently  breathing  notes, 
Soldiers  of  Christ  arise, 
Sovereign  grace  hath  power  alone, 
Spirit  arise  'tis  blest  to  go, 
Spirit  leave  thine  house  of  clay, 
Stop  poor  sinner  stop  and  think, 
Stretch'd  on  the  bed  of  grief, 
Submissive  to  thy  will  my  God, 
Sure  tis  in  vain  to  seek  for  bliss, 
Sweet  glories  rush  upon  my  sight, 
Sweet  the  hour  of  tribulation., 


A  TABLE  OF 

Hymn,, 

Sweet  the  moments  rich  in  blessing,  69 

Sweet  was  the  time  when  first  1  felt,  195 

fjnEACHmeO  Lord  the  great  concern,  152 

JL     Tell  me  no  more  of  earthly  toys,  120 

That  awful  day  will  surely  come,  428. 

That  man  doth  richest  blessings  share,  109 

That  mighty  angel  to  whose  hand,  250 

The  blest  memorials  Of  his  love,  265 

The  child  is  not  sad  Reuben  cried,  421, 

The  Canaanite  still  in  the  land,  1 13 

The  day  of  God  that  awful  day,  430 

The  day  is  past  and  gone,  472 

Thee  I  adore  eternal  power,  404 

Thee  we  adore  eternal  name,  393 

The  finest  dower  that  ever  blow'd,  313 

The  flovvry  spring  at  God's  command,  389 

The  glittering  spangles  of  the  sky,  22 

The  glorious  light  of  Zion,  230 

The  God  of  love  will  sure  indulge,  424 

The  gold  and  silver  are  the  Lord's,  255 

The  hour  of  my  departure's  come,  474 

The  joy  that  vain  amusements  give,  155 

The  King  of  heaven  his  table  spreads,  262 

The  Lord  our  God  is  full  of  might,  510 

The  Lord  the  God  of  glory  reigns,  8 

The  Lord  will  happinness  divine,  103 

The  Lord  will  not  forget  the  grace,  22$ 

The  new-born  child  of  gospel  grace,  192 

The  night  shall  hear  me  raise  my  song,  375 

The  onc*e  lov'd  form  now  cold  and  dead.  423 

Che  praises  of  my  God  mv  King-.  Jl.3 
494 


FIRST  LINES 

Hymn, 

The-rsnsom'd  spirit  to  her  home,  441 

There  is  a  fountain  fill'd  with  blood, 
There  is  a  God  who  reigns  above, 
There  is  a  God  aJi  nature  speaks, 
There  is  a  heaven  in  yonder  skies, 
There  is  a  holy  city, 
There  is  a  land,  of  pleasure, 
There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 
There  is  a  world  of  glory  bright, 
There  is  a  world  we  h?„ve  not  seen, 
The  Saviour  calls  let  every  ear, 
The. Saviour  O  what  endless  charms, 
[The  sinner  who  by  precious  faith, 
The  Son  cf  God  is  gone  to  war, 
The  spacious  firmament  on  high, 
The  summer  harvest  spreads  the  field, 
The  time  is  short  the  season  near, 
The  wandering  star  the  fleeting  wind, 
The  winter,  past  reviving  flowers, 
The  wondering  world  inquires  to  know, 
The  world  opposes  from  without, 
Thine  earthly  Sabbaths  Lord  we  love, 
.This  is  the  held  the  world  below,   ' 
Though  troubles  assail, 
Thou  great  Omnipotent, 
Thou  lovely  source  of  true  delight, 
Th^ju  only  sovereign  of  my  heart, 
Thou  soft  gliding  Kedron, 
Through  all  the  various  shifting  scenes, 
Through  Christ  when  we  together  came, 
Through  Forrew'e  night  anddangers  path. 

495 


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Thus  did  the  pious  Abrah'm  pray,  !259 

Thy  daily  mercies  O  my  God,               *  335 

Thy  goodness  Lord  our  souls  confess,  15 

Thy  people  Lord  who  trust  thy  word*  246 

Thy  presence  everlasting  God,  320 

Thy  presence  gracious  God  afford,  2l4  j 

Time  swiftly  is  flying,  395  j 

'Tis  a  point  I  long  to  know,  101  j 

'Tis  finish'd  the  conflict  is  past,  414 

'Tis  midnight — and  on  Olive's  brow,  51 

'Tis  past — the  dreadful  stormy  night,  480 

To-day  if  ye  will  hear  his  voice,  169 

To  Jesus  the  crown  of  my  hope*  124 

To-morrow  Lord  is  thine,  170 

To  our  Redeemer's  glorious  name,  88 

To  the  cross  where  J  esus  dies,  56 

To  thee  O  Lord  my  heav'nly  King,  205 

'Twas  in  an  hour  when  wrath  prevail'd,  39i 

UN  ION  prevails  in  heav'n,&c.  [Part2]  312  j 

United  prayers  ascend  to  thee,  256  j 

Unveil  thy  bosom  faithful  tomb,  417  | 

VAIN  man  thy  fond  pursuits  forbear,  145 
Vain  world  thy  cheating  arts  give  o'er,  294 

WAY-WORN  pilgrim  child  of  fears,  514 
Weary  of  struggling  with  my  pain,  187 

Welcome  thou  well-belov'd,  of  God,  26ii 

Welcome  welcome  dear  Redeemer,  493 

We've  met  to-day  to  sing  and  pray,  496 

We've  no  abiding  city  here,  316 

What  cheering  words  arc  w&se*  -'>  '~ 

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FIRST  LINES. 

Hymn. 

What  contradictions  meet,  447 

What  joy  possess'd  my  heart,  382 

What  is  the  thing  of  greatest  price,  171 

What  sinners  value  I  resign,  282 

What  strange  perplexities  arise,  104 

What  tliink  you  of  Christ,  9 1 

What  various  hindrances  we  meet,  203 

What  wondrous  love  is  this,  469 

When  all  thy  mercies  O  my  God,  21 

When  hending  o'er  the  brink  of  life,  405 

When  blooming  youth  is  snatch'd  away,  4  ]  8 

When  frowning  death  appears,  436 

When  God  reveal'd  his  gracious  name,  42 

When  gracious  Lord  when  shall  it  be,  182 
When  guilt  distracts  my  laboring  breast,  349 

When  I  can  read  my  title  clear,  283 

When  I  was  young  of  tender  years,  467 

When  Jesus  dwelt  in  mortal  clay,  253 

When  languor  and  disease  invade,  363 

When  on  my  beloved  I  gaze,  86 

When  on  the  third  auspicious  day,  281 

When  rising  from  the  bed  of  death,  402 

When  sorrow  casts  its  shade  around.  356 

When  Syria's  leprous  chief,  334 
When  we  with  welcome  slumber  press'd,  368 

When  with  my  mind  devoutly  press'd,  468 

Where  are  the  dead?  in  heaven  or  hell,  425 
Wherefore  should  man  frail  child  of  clay,  471 
Where  gently  flows  proud  Babel's  stream,  530 

Wherewith  O  Lord  shall  I  draw  near,  32 
"'  W]r  rrfe  prolongs  its  precious  light, 

G  r,  41V7' 


A  TABLE,  &c. 

Hyma. 
Whilst  thee  I  seek  protecting-  power,  199 
Whither  goest  thou  pilgrim  stranger,  50% 

Why  droops  my  soul  with  grief  oppress'd,  34 
Why  longed  Paul  to  be  dissolv'd,  J 25 

Why  weep  for  those  frail  child  of  woe,  47S 
With  grateful  hearts  and  tuneful  lays,  397 
With  heav'nly  power  O  Lord  defend,  452 

With  melting  heart  and  weeping  eye,  30 

With  radient  beams  the  sun  arose,  143 

Would  you  win  a  soul  to  God,  449 

'%!  E  angels  who  stand  round  the  throne,    94 
-3-     Ye  careless  professors  who  rest,  &>c.  338 
Ye  glittering  toys  of  earth  adieu,  292 

Ye  humble  souls  complain  no  more,  295 

Ye  lovely  bands  of  blooming  youth,  154 

Ye  messengers  of  Christ,  450 

Ye  saints  assist  me  in  my  song,  191 

Ye  saints  exult  in  Jesus'  name,  301 

Y"e  sin-sick  souls  draw  near,  165 

Yes  it  is  better  to  depart,  3jS2 

Yes  we  trust  the  day  is  breaking,  235 

Ye  that  have  been  often  invited  to  come,  144 
Y~e  weary  heavy  laden  souls,  516 

Ye  wretched  hungry  starving  poor,  264 

Yonder  amazing  sight  I  see,  53 

Young  people  all  will  you  attend,  459 

fX ACCHEUS  climVd  the  tree,  526 


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INDEX  OF  SUBJECTS. 


AccErTED  time,     162, 

163 
Affliction    sweetened, : 

363— 365 
resignation  to,  355 — 

358,  362 
Alarm,  the,  136 

Alarming,  134 — 150 
Ask  what  thou  wilt,  346 
Atonement  and  sancti- 

fieation,  Q5 
B 
Babylonian  captivity, 

530,  531 
Balm  of  Gilead,       34 
Backsliding-,    warning 

against,  194,  338 
and  returning,       195 
B  aptism  ,household  ,256 
infant,  257,  258: 

Bartimeus,  479| 

Bethlehem,  Star  of,  2991 
Bibie,    excellency    of 

the,  7,9 
Blindness,  cured,      41 
Born  again,  35,36 

Bright  world  of  glorv, 
512 


Bg»therly  love,  308— 
314 

C 

Canaan,  view  of,    129 
Canaanite  still  iQ  the 

land,  113 
Captivity,  Babylonian, 

30, 531 
Charity,  254,  255 

Children,        baptized, 
257,  2*8 
of  the  Church,  prayer 

for,  259—261 
death  of,       420 — 423 
Christ,  ascension  of,  60 
coronation  of,  HiL 

crucilied,  52 — 57 

death   and    resurrec- 
tion of,  52 — 81 
divinity  of,         49,  50 
excellenciesof.89-93 

96 
.followers  of,    '      499 
foundation,  75 

fountain,  70 

friend  of  sinners,  7*,  Id 
in  Gethsemane,  51 
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INjDEX  OF  SUJECT& 


Christ,  a  guide, 
hiding  place,  43 

kingdom  of,  533 

Lamb  of  Gttd,         37 
love  of,  wonderful,  85 

—87 
love  to,  desired,  95, 98!  Cloud,  the  Utile 
nativity  of,       44— 47.  Collections,    252 


83^  war  song,  340  . 

Church,   complaint  of 

the,  220,  221 
increase  of, 
love  to, 
unity  of, 


pearl,  291 

priest,  277 

Tefuge, 

resurrection  of,58— 6 
riches  of,  84 

rock,  75,76 

root  and  offspring  of 

David,  48 
Saviour,  89 

sufferings  of,  51—57, 

68 
treasure,  77 

way,  the,  78,  791 

€hristian,  aged,  long- 
ing for  heaven,  473 
490,491 
discouraged,  487 

doubting,  193 

dying,  prayer  of,  474 
love,  308—314 

friends  welcomed ,  308 


535 
252 
324 
236 
-255 

ICommunion   of  saints, 
|     273—275 
Compassionate         Sa- 
viour, 520—522 
jConcert,  monthly,  235, 

236,  244—249 
Conflict,  last,  490,  491 
Consolation  to    survi- 
ving friends,  475 
;Contrite  heart,        103 
Convert,  42,  190,  278, 

4$6— 468,  480 
young,    warned    and 
I     encouraged, 492 
new,  cautioned,     194 

I  humbled,  192,193 

I  resolution  of,  267 

!  the  young,  467 

Coronationof  Christ, 62 
Creation     and    provi- 
dence, 2 


— — parting, 315—  326  jCross,  looking  at  the, 

race,  running  the,  532tl     38,  39,  69 

-§okiier,  497,498    net  ashamed  of,  80,81 


INDEX  OF  SUBJECTS 


Crosa,  soldier  of,       82 

thief  converted  on,  40 

D 

Darkness  ,  presence  of 

God  light  in,  541 
Day-Spring,  506 

Death-bed,    happiness 

on,  365,  366 
Death  and  eternity  ,538 
of  a  child,  420-423, 4?  6 
of  Christ,         52—57 
of  a  brother,  413 

of  a  minister, 409 — 412 
pfasaint.415,418,494 
of  the  sinner^  436,  537 
of  a  sister,  414 

of  a  young  person,  41 8, 

419 
preparation  for,     145 
Declension   lamented, 

220, 221 
Decrees  of  God,  12 
Desiring  to  depart,  302 
Devotion, private,  199 
218,219,287,288,48.5 
E 
Early  piety,  advanla 

ges  of,  460 
Election,  [Part  2]  332 
Eternity,  445, 446 


Evening  twilight,    21£ 

Sabbath,         383, 384 

Saturday,  37S 

Examination,  self,  101^ 

104 
Exultation,  483- 

F 
Fall  of  man,    26—28 
Fast,  public,    227,228 
Fellowship,  312 

Fortitude,  holy,         82 
Fountain  opened,  70, 

239 
Funeral,  (see  Death.) 

G 
Garden  of  Gethsema^ 

ne,  51 
God,  being  and  perfec- 
tions of,  1—8,10—19, 
510,511 
answer  to  the  sinner'* 

complaint,  186 
delight  in,  117 

is  love,  19 

mercies  of,  inestima- 
ble, 22 
presence  of,  light  in 

darkness,  541 
presence  of,  worth  dy- 
ing for,  539 


time  anil,  536J  refuge  in, 

Evetting,372— 375,  509"  trust  in, 


501 


118 

347 


INDEX  OF  SUBJECTS 


'<GrOod  news  to  sinners., 

461 
Gospel,  spread  of,  desi- 
red and  prayed  for, 
235,  236,  244—248   I 
Grace,    salvation    by,] 
71,  332,  333 
sovereign,  481 

sufficient,       331,364 
Gratitude,  21 

Grace,  417 

H 
Hardness  of  heart  la- 
mented, 197,  198 
Harvest,  503 

Heart,  contrite,      103 
Heaven,440— 444,512, 

513 
confidence  of,         121 
hope  of,  112 

longing;  for,  1 19, 122— 

124,  126,  128,  130 
prospect  of,  132,  133, 
242 
Hell,  436—439 

the      sinner's       own 
place,  495 
Herein  is  love,         191 
Holy  city,  501 

Spirit,  invocation  to, 
209—211 
IJope,fixedinGed,349 
502 


Hope  in  despair,       9a 
of  heaven,  J 12 

rejoicing  in,  242 

Humility,  471 

I 

Immaivuel,  94 

[inconstancy  lamented, 
106 

Increase  of  the  Church, 

|     535 

[Indwelling  sin,  113,1 14  ( 

(Intercession  of  Christ, 
61 

Inviting,  159— 177,261  i 
—264,  335,  336 

Invocation  of  the  Ho- 
ly Spirit,  209— 21 1 

J 

Jesus,  97 

pilgrim's  friend,    .513 

reigns,  534 

Joy,      heavenly,      on 

earth,  540 

in  sorrow,      350,  362 

Jubilee,      63,232,505 

Judgment  day,  428 — 

435,  504,527,528 

K 

JKedron,  276 

[Kingdom  of  Christ,  533 

love  to,  252 


INDEX  OF  SUBJECTS. 

Knocking  at  the  door,]  going:  a  journey,    453 
and    people,    mutual 
wishes  of,  451,  452 
jMiracle  of  grace,    275 


160,  161 
L 
Lamb  of  God,  37,  508 

Lamentation,  lost  sin-|lMissions,         247 — 251 
"Monthly  concert,  235, 
236,244—248 


ner's,  439 
Law  and  Gospel,       27j 
Life  the  accepted  time, 

158,  159,  162,  163 

hid  with  Christ,     301; 

Light  in  darkness,  344,' 


Morning,  367— 371,457 

Morning  Star,         298 

Moses,  death  of,      539 

N 


Living  to  Christ,     127' Naaman  healed,     334 
LongingafterGod,  329;,New   birth,   necessity 


for  glory,   119,  122 

124,  126,  123,  130     j 

to  be  with  Christ,  125 

Look  again,  483| 

Loss  offriends, 424, 475 

Love   to  Christ,    101, 

102,  105 

wondrous,  469 

M 
Marriage,      396.  397 
Members,  new,  admis- 
sion of,  267—269 
Mercy  implored,  179, 

180 

Mercy-seat,     465,  482 

Messiah  64 

Minister's    complaint, 

447 


of,  35,36 
convert  humbled,  192, 

193 
resolution  of,         267 
New-year,      390—392 

O 
One  thing  needful,  297 
Ordination    of  minis- 
ters. 448, 450 
P 
Pearl  of  great  price, 

291,  292 

Penitential,  29, 33, 181 

—184,188,462—464,; 

483,  484,  486 

Perseverance,  1 15, 500 

Pilgrim, burden'd,  196,! 

197 


£*ath  of  a,  409—412   female, 


502 


503 


INDEX  OP  SUBJECTS, 


Pilgrim,  bappy,       524 

*8  farewell,   '315,454 

song-  of,  305—307 

Pleasures  unseen,  100 

Poor  in  spirit,  295 

Prayer,  201 

for  children,  259—261 

of  the  dying  christian, 

474 
Cor  divine  assistance, 

328 

importunate,  202, 204 

\  incessant,  200 

for  Jews,  226 

for  past   enjoyments, 

327 
of  a  penitent,         462 
for  revival;  223—225 
social,  203 

for  spiritual  aid,  206— 

208 
for  universal  holiness, 

289,  330 
Promises     great    and 

precious,  76 
Prosperity  and  adver- 
sity, 472 
R 
Race,  christian,   run- 
ning the,  532 
i  Record  on  high,     300 
■Redeemer  liveth,    354 
584 


i  praise  to,  $8 

'Redeeming  love,       86  i 
jRegeneration,     35,  36 
jRejoicing,  304 

Religion,  151,  152 

JRequest,  humble,  287, 

288 
'Resignation,  355—358, 
|     3G2 

Resolution,noblest,27 1 

pious,  337 

young  convert's,    267 

Resolve,       successful, 

173,  174 
'Rest  for  the  weary, 512 
I     —514,516,517,519, 
!     520—523 
Resurrection,      425-=- 
427,  477 
of  Christ,         58—61 
Revival,   prayers    for, 
223—225 
rejoicing  in,  229 — 243 
Righteous,  well  with, 
353,  354 
and  wicked,  109 

Running  the  christian,, 
race, 532 
S 
Sabbath,       377—382 
evening,         38:3, 384 


INDEX  OF  SUBJECTS. 


sacramental,  *63--265, 
272—275 

after,  279— 28< 

Salvation,  complete 

sovereign  and  free,  67 
Saturday  night,  376 
Seasons,  389 

Self-examination,   104 

dedication,  269 

Sick-bed  devotion, 361 

reflections,  359,  360 
Sin,indwelling,113,114 

pressure  of,  173 

Sinner,  Gomplaint   of, 
185 

cured, 

death  of  a,  5 

found  wanting,         27 

submitting  to  God, 187 
Slain  and  reviving, 478, 

480 
Soldier,  christian,  497 

498 
Solemn  reflections,  400 

—403 
Soul, worth  of  the,  171 
Spring,  387 

Summer,  383 

Sun  of  Righteousness, 

507 
Surrender, 


Time  and  eternity,  536 

shortness  of,  398—401 

swiftness  of,  393—395 

To-day,  169 

To-morrow,     170, 458 

Traitor's  doom,       495 

Tribulation,  111 

1  sweetened,  350 

Trust  in  God,  347,438 

in  Christ,  348 

Twilight,  218 

U 
(Unbelief,  34tf 

.Ungodly  relatives,  con- 
|     cern  "for,  oi5 
j Union,     [Part  2]    312 
Unity   of  the  Church, 
324 

V 
Vision  of  dry  bones,  28 

W 
IWar  song,  the  Chris. 

tian's,  340 
Warfare,       Christian, 

497, 498 
Watch  and  pray,  339, 

341,518 
Wheat  and  Tares,  503 
Winter,  386 

4J93l!Wonder,  470 

Wondrous  love,       AGO' 


INDEX  OF  SUBJECTS, 


World,  renounced, 120, 


treated,      153 — t5r, 
459,  460 


5285,  293,  294 
farewell  to,  131 

vanity  of,  155  ZaccheuSj  conversion)' 

Worship,  public,  212— |     of,  526 


215 
social,    216,  217,  496 
Y 
Year,  new,    390—392 


Zion,  gate  of,  knock- 
ing at,  196 
asking  the  way  to,  306 
fountain  in,  239 ; 


Youth  warned  and  en-    Traveller, 


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7 

2 

223 

19 

14,  22—25 

148 

i     - 

12 

229 

22 

14 

488 

'   15 

32 

405 

24 

21 

2<;3 

2  Samuel. 

— 

55 

269 

i    J2 

22,  23 

422 

32 

26 

.204 

16 

17 

73 

57 

30 

421 

1  Kings. 

49 

10 

64 

3 

5 

346 

— 

Numbers. 

lib 

18 

44 
2  Kings. 

236 

21 

4 

487 

4 

26 

353 

33 

51—55 

1  t3 

5 

1-^4 

334 

E 

euteronomy 

2 

Chron'cle? 

32 

9 

129 

33 

!  )  —  l3 

364 

— 

49,50 

5,9 

Nehemiah. 

33 

^5 

34o| 

13 

3  J 

486 

— 

27 

•  74i 

Esther. 

Joshua. 

4 

16 

173 

24 

15 

27: 

- 



174 

Ruth. 

Job. 

1 

16 

267j 

1 

21 

355 

Judges. 

497| 

7' 

6 

394 

3 

4,4 

14 

2 

15$ 

507 

A  TABLE  OF  TEXTS. 


/hap, 

Ver. 

Hymn. 

Chap 

.    Ver.,      Hynrn.'jjj 

16 

19 

300  118 

24 

a  80 

— 

22 

491  119 

32 

3i'7 

17 

I,  U 

ib. 

97 

7 

K> 

26 

354 

136— 158 

26 

Psalms. 

133 

1 

309 

1 

109  137 

5,  6 

252 

4 

6,7 

29:3 



530 

6 

18; 



531  ' 

9 

9 

118  m 

5 

304" 

1.9 

3.139 

10 

27 

8 

180 



17,  18 

22 

35 

3 

66 



20 

37 

4 

117  It 1 

2 

374 

39 

298 

147 

3 

5,22 

48 

14 

83 

Proverbs. 

61 

2 

7A 

4 

7 

152 

63 

8 

16 

6 

6 

1<9 

63 

11 

389 

11 

30 

449 

73 

25 

98 

21 

20 

77 

77 

7— tO 

99 

23 

26 

266 

85 

6 

2M 

Ecclei-iastes 

— 

10 

I8> 

9 

5 

425 

88 

159: 

- 

10 

400 

^~ 

359 

_ 

4—6,  10 

158 

__ 

10—12 

426, 

12 

7 

410 

93 

8 

__ 

',7 

157 

102 

23 

419 

Canticles. 

104 

34 

363 

2 

5 

184 

1 

3 

11 

62 

107 

23l 

5 

1 

274 

m 

4 

508 

344 

-*■ 

9r~lS 

93 

A  TAfcLE  ©F  TEXTS. 


Ver. 

Hymn. 

Chap, 

Ver.      Ih 

fma- 

10-3)6 

92 

3: 

3 

332 

Isaiah. 

il 
1 

— 

12 

15 

i8 

165) 



18—20 

167 

2 

248j 

oO 

5 

306 

19 

352| 

EzekieL 

4 

94 

36 

26—37 

197 

2 

348, 

37 

3 

28 

18—20 

43  3 

Daniel. 

33 

43? 

5 

27 

27 

2 

43! 

9 

26 

64 

J4 

139! 

Joel. 

2 

96l 

1 

14       • 

2&*7 

10 

242; 

Amos. 

12—15 

17 

4 

12 

140 



510 

7 

2 

225 

10 

76 

Jonah. 

20 

157 

2 

4 

483 

22 

245 

2 

9 

67 

10 

23d| 
1  i  h 

3 

9 
Micah. 

484 

12,  13 

23*8 

4 

1—5 

251 

15 

44; 

6 

6—8 

32 

— . 

103 

- 



3G 

18 

3. 

7 

7 

205 

7 

16 

Habakkuk. 

Jeremiah. 

3 

•  7,    8 

347 

16 

79 

Haggai.   • 

22 

34 

2 

8 

256 

i0 

446 

- 

9 

64 

16 

391 

Zechariah. 

13 

•215 

12 

10 

5©^ 

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A  TABLE  OF  TEXTS 


Chap 

Ver. 

Hymn 

Chap 

Ver. 

13 

1 

Matthew 

;:->9 

I      ] 

Luk  . 
78 

2 

1,2 

299 

!|     2 

14 

5 

3 

29* 

- 

8— .4 

6 

6 

2  9 

II    7 

3. 

_ 

7,8 

212 

;      - 

36—50 

7 

13,  [4 

134 

9 

23 

11 

28 

166 

•    0 

42 

—  ' 

— 

175 

12 

32 

— 

— 

520 

.  13 

23 

13 

39 

088 

— 

28 

— 

46 

29- 

'    14 

22 

— 

— 

292 

1  — 

— 

22 

4 

172 

15 

10 

— 

12 

9 

17 

32 

24 

3d 

5    1 

18 

13 

— 

44 

145 

— 

1—7 

26 

41 

339 

21 

15 

— 

— 

341 

.'3 

28 



— 

518 

— 

42 

Mark. 

24 

3t 

7 

37 

241 

John. 

8 

34 

.85 

1 

1,3,14. 

- 

36 

17 

— 

29 

_ 

— 

294 

— 

46 

- 

38 

80 

3 

3 

9 

43,  44 

437 

— 

7 

10 

14 

257 

4 

42 



48 

479 

5 

2 — 9 

16 

15 

249' 

6 

53—56 
55 

5.10 


A.  TABLE  OF  TEXTS. 


iiap. 

Ver. 

Hymn.  Ghap.    Ver.       Hymn, 

6 

37 

3J5:      7 

29 

399 

67,  68 

3-i3 

.1 

26 

28J 

7 

37 

164 

13 

13 

265 

9 

4 

148 

16 

13 

82 

25 

41 

2  Corinthians 

12 

21 

519      4 

<8 

100 

14 

2 

440  i     5 

17 

468 

6 

tb;  n 

2 

163 

19 

30 

54|j  — 

10 

350 

— 

68J    .2 

.   9 

331 

37 

86i    13 

11 

320 

ii 

16 

101 

Galatians.. 

— 

102j 

3 

*8 

314 

— 

I05i 

4 

9 

447 

Acts. 

— 

19,  20 

104 

i 

25 

495 

6 

14 

69 

5 

31 

90 

Ephesians, 

7 

60 

415 

2 

5 

332 

8 

8 

2J3 

— 

_ 

333 

9 

li 

20; 

3 

8 

84 

0 

38 

253 

— 

5 

3^4 

6 

30 

oO 

— 

9,  iO 

50 

7 

30 

1421 

4 

30 

147 

8 

21 

523 

6 

13,    8 

497 

0 

32 

318! 

Philippians. 

Romans. 

1 

ti 

127 

1 

16 

81 

— 

— 

404 

7 

9 

478 

— 

23     ' 

125 

9 

2   3 

5*5 

— 

_ 

302 

1  Corinthians. 

2 

10 

97 

i 

7 

332      3 

12—14 

532 

611 

A  TABLE  OF  TEXTS. 

CLap 

.    Ver.      Hymri\ 

Cbap. 

Ver.       H 

4 

1 

451 
533 

4 

18 

4 

4 

2  Peter. 

Colossians. 

1 

4 

1 

16 

50 

1  John. 

2 

2 

312 

1 

7 

3 

3 

301 

4 

8 

1  Thess. 

.    - 

10 

5 

17 

200 

Revelations. 

2  Timothy. 

1 

7 

I 

12 

81 

3 

20 

2 

19 

2$4 

- 



Titus. 

6 

14 

3 

7 

121 

14 

0 

Hebrews. 

— 

2,3 

4 

7 

138 

— 

13 

13 

14 

31t 

20 

12 

James. 

22 

16 

4 

T3,  14 

170 

— 

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3 

18 

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